His body relaxed even further as he got comfortable. His thumb stroked my skin, leaving shivers in its wake. I risked a sweep of my hand across his ribs, and he twitched. “Sorry,” I said immediately. The low, unfamiliar rumble I heard next turned out to be a chuckle. “S’okay,” he whispered. “Just ticklish.” That was charming and unexpected. So of course I had to do it again. I never did have any impulse control. My fingertips traced lightly down his chest until he twitched again and then grabbed my hand. “Enough of that, princess.” He kissed my palm and then placed it firmly in the middle of
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