I managed not to laugh by grinding my teeth together, but I squirmed away from the sensation. “Don’t do that.” “Do what? Ask about your tattoos or this?” He grazed his fingertips along my ribs again. Jerking away, I sliced a warning glare at him. “Are you ticklish?” His eyes lit up with a mischievous spark. “I will break your fucking hand if you touch me like that again. Understood?”
