The giggle spills out of me uncontrollablly. His fingers dip into my sides, catching me at just the right spot, his legs and mine locked in a way that makes escaping impossible. Happy tears run down the sides of my face as he continued his tickle attack. “Oh… Christopher… stop…” I say in between breaths, and that fuels him, his fingers digging unto I let out an embarrassing snort, only then does he stop, bursting into a fit of laughter. I pull the duvet to my chin, my eyes narrow at him. He doubles over laughing, kicking down the napkins and burger wraps we had earlier. My foot had accidentally caught his side, and I thought it would tickle him, turns out, the man is a walking dead zone. He is not ticklish and cannot be tickled, I tried everything I could, and nothing. And then he decided to check if I was ticklish, I said I was, he wanted to see it for himself. “That was a cute little sound.”“It was not.”He returns to the bed, sliding close to me, looking down at me through
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