Daryl slid your boots off in one fluid motion and you tried yanking them back but he had an arm wrapped around your ankles, holding them in place.
"Daryl, don't!" you said but he ignored you as his fingers began to trace light patterns on the bottoms of your feet. You gasped and clamped your mouth shut, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted as he smirked at you. He dragged a finger up from your heel to the base of your toes and a giggle escaped your lips.
"What's that I hear?" he said, "was that a laugh?" You shook your head as your cheeks turned red, partly from embarrassment and partly from holding your laughter in.
"Hmm. Guess I'll have ta try somethin' different."
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