"Stop," I laugh out as he tickles my ribs, squirming and tipping my head back. His arms go around me and I hug him back, sliding one hand into his hair and kissing the side of his face.

"Actually don't," I add after a moment, hooking my knees over his hips and rolling us right off of the sofa. Oliver lands on his back and I fall on top of him, straddling his hips and planting my palms into the carpet on either side of his head. "Ha."