"Stop it! Grayson stop!" I squeal at the top of my lungs as Grayson refuses to stop tickling my sides. He just recently found out about a very ticklish spot right below my ribs and for the past few minutes he has been harassing me non-stop. I swear, once I find one weakness in this perfect man I will exploit it every chance I get. He's too perfect.
"Make me," he teases as he continues to mercilessly attack my sides as I uncontrollably laugh.I most likely sound like an insane person with my full blown cackling, but it's his fault for tickling me!
I kick out at him, trying to get him off of me. He stops when he senses that I need to breathe, opting to rub my sides instead. My eyes are now watering from the non-stop laughing and I wipe away the tears from the outer corners of my eyes.
