"Stop it! Christopher stop!" I squeal at the top of my lungs as Christopher refuses to stop tickling my sides. He just recently found out about a very ticklish spot right below my ribs and for the past few minutes, he has been harassing me non-stop. I swear, once I find one weakness in this perfect man I will exploit it every chance I get. He's too perfect.

"Make me," he teases as he continues to mercilessly attack my sides as I uncontrollably laugh. I most likely sound like an insane person with my full-blown cackling, but it's his fault for tickling me!

I kick out at him, trying to...