Charlotte
Nathan is still in shock even though it had happened hours ago. I had been struggling to hold in my laugh all the way from his house to the office. It turned out, Nathan was ticklish. But you had to get the right spot. I had tickled him at the waist and he had started to push me off of him when I moved higher and he burst into uncontrollable laughter. His laugh was so nice I had stopped for a second to revel in it but when he had tried to take advantage of that, I started to tickle him mercilessly and did not stop until he turned me over on his couch and put my hands over my head. I did not even feel the least bit anxious when he said “My turn” Why? Because I was not ticklish, at all. But he did not get a chance to find that out. The bell had rung and room service had walked in
