Aimee lay back down on her towel besides mine and closed her eyes, her hands behind her head. Very exposed, I couldn't help but think, so vulne...
"Don't even think about it!" she said as my fingers recoiled back to my side.
"Think about what Aimee? I'm just here, enjoying the sun..."
"Yeah right. Little Miss Giggles should know the one about glass houses and throwing stuff."
"No idea what you mean," I smiled, feigning innocence and knowing full well she meant the string bikini, cutoffs and unbuttoned, short sleeved shirt were doing little to protect my own ticklish body.
"Really?" she grinned and propped herself up on her arm.
"No clue." I didn't react quick enough and squealed as her fingers draped a ticklish path across my ribs. I rolled away and she laughed.
"So much for that plan. I'd be willing to bet you're more ticklish than me."
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