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He
reaches out and grabs the box of cookies from my hands. "Just for
making me explain I'm eating the rest of your cookies."
    I concede in our cookie fight, deciding I'll just buy
more tomorrow, and sit down next to him. "If I'm forced to watch
Netflix with you then you better put on Gilmore Girls like
you originally planned."
    He looks over at me disgusted as he squints, hiding
his light brown eyes. "I'm not watching Gilmore Girls ."
    “Oh , please. If I had walked in two minutes later you'd be entranced
with Lorelei and Rory's latest antics. I know you better than you
think I do. You never planned on watching Kevin Hart's
stand-up."
    He shrugs his shoulders, turning back to the TV.
"Fine. You're right, but I'm not starting it at season one. I'm on
season two and I want to see what happens between Rory and
Jess."
    "I could always just tell you. Jess–"
    "No!" he shouts , turning into me. He leans all of his weight
against my tiny frame as his hand covers my mouth. I get a glimpse
of the tattoos that cover his arm as the sleeve of his hoodie moves
up his forearm. "Don ’ t
you dare spoil it for me or I'll tell you what happens next on Lost ."
    I bite down on the inside of his hand so he'll
release my mouth. He winces in pain and pulls his hand away. "You
wouldn't spoil Lost for me, Noah. You know how much I hate
spoilers." The show has been off the air for several years and I
haven't even done a Google search to see what happens. I like to be
surprised. Spoiling a show is like skipping to the end of a good
book to see what happens to the characters. Why ruin the story for
yourself? You want to experience and feel every emotion, every
action with those characters. If you cheat and skip to the end
you're ruining the experience for yourself.
    "Oh, I would, so you better not tell me shit about
what will or will not happen between Jess and Rory."
    He's looking down at me with furrowed eyebrows. His
eyes are just inches from mine , trying to read what I'm going to do next. I inhale
his musky scent from working all day. He smells like his cologne
mixed with his natural body odor and dry sweat–something that
wouldn't be appealing to most but I love the smell of him. He's my
dirty boy...or he used to be.
    Smiling up at him I start to laugh. He's so serious,
his facial expression so stern over a show that was watched by
millions of teenage girls. Watching it goes against his rebel
persona.
    "What's so funny?" he asks. His weight is still
crushing me and I'm forced to fall and rest my weight on my back
because I can no longer hold myself up. He falls slightly with me,
his chest above mine as he rests in an uncomfortable angle on the
couch.
    "It's just...you're getting so mad over a show that
was aired on a network watched by adolescents. It's cute."
    "It's not cute. Take it back." His hands move to my
sides, sliding against my thin tank top over my lower stomach.
    "You're right, it's adorable , actually. The rebellious and macho Noah
is actually a sensitive guy underneath it all. I get it now. It
explains so much."
    "Oh," he howls out , shaking his head. "You're going to get it," he
promises. His fingers grip my waist before he starts tickling my
stomach.
    I burst into a fit of giggles, squirming underneath
his hard body as I try to get away from his touch. I'm extremely
ticklish and he knows it and is using it to his advantage.
    Bastard.
    “Stop … stop ! " I
laugh out as the tickles become slightly painful and I have the
sudden urge to pee. "Stop, please, Noah."
    His hands move up my sides, giving my stomach a
break. He reaches under my armpits and continues his tickle attack.
His weight pressed on top of me is making it impossible to dodge
each move. I'm a prisoner and he's the only one who can release
me.
    "Take it back and I'll stop," he orders. I continue
to wiggle underneath him as he adjusts his body, trying to stop me
from getting any leverage. My hands move to his chest and I try to
push him off me, but he's not budging.