Trystan squirmed and wiggled, periodically laughing harder than I’d ever heard him laugh. The tickle fight went on until I’d rolled across the room twice. I had no idea how much time passed—a few minutes maybe—but when I looked at the clock it was past eleven. How’d it get so late? Trystan reached for me, his fingers snatching at my waist and he pulled me closer. Positioning himself above me, Trystan held me in place, tickling me until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, and I was screaming like a lunatic. That’s when I cheated. I totally lost. He had me pinned, but I couldn’t stop looking at his lips. Trystan’s mouth was so close and that smile was so sexy. I wanted to taste it. Trystan’s grin dissolved when my lips pressed against his. Without a word, the tickle fight was over and he was on top of me. Trystan’s hands found my face and stroked my hair while his kisses grew hotter.
