Kaida
I squealed with laughter as Asher tickled me, struggling to escape. I was laughing so hard that my movements were sluggish.
Caspian closed in, hindering my escape with an arm, effectively trapping me.
"Stop! Stop it!" I pleaded through bursts of laughter.
They were both tickling me. I fell back, laughing and squealing, feeling the grass brush against my skin.
Caspian nuzzled my neck with his nose while Asher stroked one breast.
My skin ignited, heat washing over it. Caution whispered fiercely that we were in public, vulnerable to prying eyes.
The fear of judgment, of whispers about my intimacy with the Ragnar brothers, jolted me upright.
"Stop," I slapped Asher's hand away, inching away from Caspian's cool lips. "People will see us. People will talk," I blurted out.
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