CHEAP
"Isn't that much easier now?" I attempt to hide and escape from his playful torment. He's doubled over at the waist, continuing to tickle relentlessly, so I seize the right moment to nudge his leg with my foot, throwing him off balance. The bathroom isn't very spacious; it only accommodates a toilet, a small sink, a washer and dryer, and nothing else. Kent, who stands taller than six feet, still has his wet clothes in a basket within the room.
He crashes down beside me, occupying the remaining floor space. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, and he chuckles in a brief, wheezing manner.
"Julia, that was a cheap shot," he chides, while I laugh.
"Don't you dare tickle me!" I tap his shoulder and retort, "Asshole."
"You must have enjoyed it, right?" he retorts, prompti
