The Perfect Retribution
I asked, my tone filled with playful curiosity, biting my lip to hide my smile.
"What?" Jace mimicked me, his voice tinged with mock innocence, an amused smile playing on his lips.
I wanted to tell him to go back to his painting, to focus on the task at hand, but before I could utter a word, he launched an attack with his fingers. Tickling me relentlessly in every ticklish spot he could find. I burst into uncontrollable laughter, my body wriggling beneath him, desperately trying to escape his playful torment. He tackled me to the floor, straddling my waist, and then tortured me with his fingers.
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