“My intense focus at work,” Harper said softly. She started washing his arms, slowly moving the soapy light blue shower puff over his upper arm. When she moved the soapy light blue shower puff upward to his upper arms, the shower puff and her fingers brushed against his armpits. Oliver let out a surprised laugh as her fingers found the sensitive skin under his arms, his body jerking slightly in response to the unexpected tickling. His icy blue eyes snapped open, catching the playful glint in her blue green eyes as she worked the light blue shower puff over his biceps and forearms. “Hey now, no fair using my won ticklish spot against me,” he protested good–naturedly, though his laugh made the words less convincing. “I am supposed to be relaxing here.” His arms flexed instinctively under her
