you're both on his bed, cuddling, when he lightly traces his fingers against your side. it tickles you a little, making you squirm and chuckle.
he looks at you with an amused smile. "did that tickle you?" he chuckles.
"a little," you admit, still smiling.
"a little, huh?" he says, his smile turning mischievous. before you can react, he begins to tickle you, targeting all your weak spots.
you burst into uncontrollable laughter, trying to squirm away, but he's relentless. "stop! stop!" you gasp between giggles, tears of laughter forming in your eyes.
"not until you admit defeat," he teases, his fingers continuing their assault.
"okay, okay! i give up!" you manage to say, still laughing.
he finally stops, pulling you back into his arms, both of you breathless and smiling. "that's better," he says, kissing your lips.
you pretend to get mad at him for tickling you and playfully wipe away his kiss. he raises an eyebrow.
"hey now, no wiping away my kisses," he protests, trying to keep a straight face.
you giggle, unable to keep up the pretense. "i can't stay mad at you," you admit, leaning in to kiss him softly.
he smiles, wrapping his arms around you. "good, because i have more kisses where that came from," he whispers playfully, nuzzling your neck. you sigh contentedly, snuggling closer to him.
"i love you," he says softly, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. "just being here with you feels perfect." he says.
