After that we sat on the couch and talked, which only lasted until Scott decided the floor looked more comfortable. For some reason, I was super jumpy which is endlessly entertaining to him. He touches the back of my leg and I flinch and pull away because it tickles. He runs his fingers down my forearm and a shudder goes through me. He kisses my neck and I jerk away and cover the tingling spot with my hand in protest. Sometimes I am just ticklish. Definitely not all the time, and if I focus hard enough, occasionally I can shut it off and be immune to it. Last night was not one of those times.
A tickle war ensued and we ended up rolling on the floor as I shrieked/laughed until I couldn't breathe anymore. I pleaded with him to stop and wondered aloud what the neighbors would be thinking with all that ruckus at eleven at night.
This morning when I left for work, I walked outside into the cool spring air and saw my next door neighbor sweeping her porch. She gave me an amused smile and said hello before walking back into her apartment with a knowing look. I can only imagine the thoughts that were going through her head.
Oh well. I have never been very well behaved. Guess now is not the time to start...
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