ISLA
“PUT ME DOWN, YA BIG BRUTE!” I shout while the ground seemingly bounces below me as my hair swings in front of my eyes.
We come to a still, and I do the only logical thing I can think of- I bite his ass.
“AGH!” he screams. The door slams behind us and I am suddenly flipped over onto the sofa.
I cross my arms tightly across my chest and smirk up at his sparkling sapphire eyes, thinking I just won.
But I was so very wrong.
His large hands make quick work to poke, stroke, jab, and dance across my ribs, stomach, and legs. He’s f*****g tickling me. As the involuntary wiggles consume my body and make me cry out in laughter as ears start to run down my cheeks. I can’t take it any longer.
“ZAC!…I, I…. Stop I can’t… Can’t breathe!”
“Not until I’m forgiven.”
“I…I forgive you!”
The tic
