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“Sorry, Charlie, I can’t move. That’s the law.”
Charlie huffed. “Because Nellie fell asleep on you, you can’t move?”
“It’s written in the handbook whenever you get a pet. ‘Thou shalt not move when thy fall asleep on your lap.’”
Charlie laughed. “You’re such a dork.”
Nick grinned, ruffling a hand through Nellie’s fur. “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”
Charlie flopped back on the bed next to Nick with a sigh, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of Nellie’s content, sleeping face. And then a horribly devious thought occurred to him. He hoped Nellie would forgive him for it. It would be Nick breaking the law, anyway.
“So, since you’re trapped by dog law ,” Charlie said, pushing himself back up into a sitting position, propped up against the pillows next to Nick, “you won’t mind if I do this ?”
Charlie wiggled a hand between them, prodding it into Nick’s side. Nick inhaled sharply, jerking his torso but doing his best to keep his legs still. He tensed, shifting and eyeing Nellie’s sleeping form, but he didn’t do a thing to try and stop Charlie.
Interesting.
“Charlie, come on,” Nick said, his voice wobbling. “Cut it out.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s boyfriend law that I have to tickle you at every opportunity.”
Nick sputtered out a laugh at that, breaking the dam for the rest of his ticklish giggles to follow. “ Boyfriend law? ”
“Just remember,” Charlie said, leaning in and bringing his other hand into play. “Don’t wake Nellie.”
Maybe Charlie should come up with a punishment for when he inevitably did.