“It’s just…I want you to be prepared. She’s got a kid. Two-year-old little girl.”
“Holy crap, Dexter! I’m thinking you’re gonna tell me she’s a mass murderer or something! What the hell’d you think I’d do? Call the morality police or something?”
Dexter slowly turned his head—a tormentingly slow turn—and glared at him with a pursed smirk. Without any warning whatsoever, Dexter fingers dug into Colin’s ribs, and Colin collapsed into his lap, curling into him as he giggled into Dexter’s stomach.
“Dexter!”
Dexter’s fingers stopped. Colin caught his breath and then looked up at him. Eyes big and wide, he opened himself back up for a little more. Dexter laughed and gave in to what he wanted—what Colin knew they both wanted. A little more tickling. To which Colin squirmed and giggled at, befo
