The following morning I wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. We are both wrapped in each others arms comfortably. I smile at his calm and peaceful face. He looks like a sleeping angel.
He stirs in his sleep and moves his hand across my side ticking me a little. I giggle and try wiggle out of his grip but he pulls me into him closer and opens his eyes. "Going somewhere?" he asks in a husky voice which immediately makes me wet. "Um. Your hand tickled me so I tried moving away," I explain.
I see an evil glint in his eye. "You have tickles?" he asks wiggling his eyebrows. "No," I lie. I've horrible tickles literally everywhere but I don't think Dillon knowing that will be good for me. He sits up without breaking eye contact. "Are you sure?" he asks pulling his hands fro
