"Woah, Harry! You scared me!" She erupted and turned around. My hands were still at her waist. I looked at the pot in the sink. It was burned black in the bottom.
"Well, you should have let me make the pasta. You are apparently not that good of a cook. I thought that all women were good cooks." I said and winked. She punched me in my upper arm.
"Ouch, Emma. For a girl you've got a pretty good punch.
"Dude. First of all, I make terrific pasta, and second of all, I am definitely not a woman. And I thought that all men were supposed to be gentlemen." She said sarcastically and winked. She turned around again to wash the pot. I took a chance and grabbed her up by the waist and swung her over my shoulder. Hopefully she was ticklish.
I started to tickle her and by the screams that came from her mouth, she was ticklish.
"Harry, put me down!" She screamed.
"Nope. Now let me tell you two things, dude." I said and smacked her bottom gently. "First of all, you are definitely a woman, and second of all, I am a perfect gentleman. And I won't put you down until you say that you make horrible pasta." I carried her around the house while tickling her.
"Never!"
"All right." I said and started tickling her even more.
"Oh god, Harry! Fine! I make horrible pasta." She said and she suddenly made a move that made me fall down and landing right on top of her on the floor.
"Emma, did you hit your head?" I asked because she was lying on the floor.
"No, not at all." She said and gave me a nuggie.
I was still lying on top of her. We looked into each other's eyes. I could feel my face getting closer and closer to her lips and she didn't seem to look away or turn her head. Maybe she did like me like I liked her.