The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 20

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 20

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“One of my personal favourites.”

“Saw? Alone in the Dark?” Seeing my smirk, he sighs.

“You know what? Don’t even answer that.

I give up.

You win.” I jump up at this and proceed to do a victory dance- shaking my hips and moving my hands in the Macarena dance.

I can sense Alec watching me with a
slightly creeped out expression, until the doorbell rings.

“Wow. Quick service.” I comment. Alec rolls his eyes moodily, obviously still upset about my victory and gets
up to answer the door. “Don’t answer the door Alec!” I scream in a high pitched girly tone, collapsing into
laughter at the sight of his middle finger.

A minute later,
he comes back in holding a small paper bag of Chinese takeaway.

“This is for me, this is for me and this is for…” He turns to survey me jokingly, “Me as well.

So…none for you then.

What a shame.” He collapses into the couch next to me
with a delicious smirk curving his features.

I watch from beside him as he eats each tender morsel, before a plan
finally pops into my head and my own smirk comes out to play.

I would do anything for my food. Just saying.
With a Tarzan cry, I launch myself on top of Alec and snatch the bag of takeaway, successfully pinning his
hands down as I collapse on top of him.

He writhes and struggles beneath me, but I’ve successfully trapped him
to the couch.

Now, sat on his lap in an awkward slouch, I
grab a cushion from beside me and shove it into Alec’s face, muffling his curses and profanities, before leaning back into it.

It’s actually quite a comfortable position.

“You know what I feel like watching? A chick flick.” I declare loudly.

Instantly, Alec’s hands are unleashed from
beneath me, darting towards my sides and tickling me frantically.

A cry escapes my lips and I squirm like I’ve
just been electrocuted, before hysterics follow- my eyes watering with unshed tears of joy.

Dammit, I hate being tickled.

It’s one of my only weaknesses, besides food of course.

Helpless against his merciless fingers, my hold weakens and I go crashing to the floor with Alec following shortly behind.

The bag of takeaway is quickly forgotten as this morphs into a tickling war.

He straddles my legs and pins my
hands above my head with one hand, his eyes glinting deviously as he leans forward.

“Did you honestly think
you’d get away with that, Greene?” I writhe frantically under his legs, the knowing churn in my stomach telling me that there’s much worse to come- and my jaw is
already hurting from all the laughing.

I don’t understand why we laugh when we’re tickled- it’s not like we enjoy
it.

Keeping my chin up and maintaining the shred of dignity that I have left, I wink playfully at him.

Unfortunately though, my plan to surprise him and jump back up fails the moment that I hear a new voice coming from the living room doorway.

“Well, well, well. What have we got here?”