Rowe even lifted my arm and poked at my rib that was showing. “No tickling!” I quickly pulled away. At the word, tickling, however, Rowe’s concerned expression morphed into a sort of mischievous one, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, and I knew he was thinking of last night. Oh God… was he going to associate tickling with dry humping my ass from now on? I blushed hard and looked away, finishing the rest of my berries while he continued his conversation with the elder. Thankfully, he didn’t push it… the food or the “tickling.”
