“Oh, stop pretending.”
“No, baby girl,” he said, narrowing his eyes playfully as his hands moved to my sides. “You need to explain.”
Before I could react, he started tickling me.
I burst into laughter, trying to push his hands away. “Okay, fine! Fine!”
I cleared my throat dramatically, trying to sound serious despite the laughter.
“Sweetheart, for a while now I’ve noticed something,” I began. “You seem to have a strong attachment to my boobs.”
He groaned softly, already knowing where this was going.
“When you have a headache, instead of taking a painkiller…” I continued, raising a brow, “your mouth goes straight to my boobs.”
He covered his face.
“And when you say you’re tired?” I added. “Same thing.”
Ryder laughed, shaking his head. “You’re exaggerating.”
“Oh really?” I shot ba
