Tired? How could it be? He had always been intensely interested in her, and now, he felt himself falling for her more and more. It was like an addiction, and she was his only antidote.
Sienna pounced on him, deliberately tickling him. Her soft hand brushed over his skin like a delicate feather, tickling his very core.
"Ticklish?"
She didn't stop, mischievously tickling him, eventually reaching his foot. His body shivered slightly.
Adrian insisted, "Not ticklish!"
"Liar! You're clearly ticklish, yet you're trying to fool me." She straddled him and gently tapped his rock-hard chest.
"Well then, let me check if Mrs. Desmond is ticklish."
