I stumble back into another body when he releases me, and my heart plummets as another unfamiliar set of arms wraps around my waist. “It’s just me,” Silas says.
He’s been trying to figure out how to do it since learning humans are ticklish, but he hasn’t realized that jabbing his fingers between my ribs isn’t how it’s correctly done. Not that I’m going to correct him, though. I hate being tickled,