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“What was that?” she whispered.

“Did you just… squeak?” Sam asked, eyes widening. jess impiazzis first tickle 1

Sam tugged again, this time letting the thread brush against the side of her ribs. No one—not even Jess—knew that her lower ribs were a secret map of nerves she had successfully ignored for thirty-two years. But the thread was softer than a finger, more persistent. It traced a slow, zigzag path from her hip to her armpit. “What was that

“Your first real one,” he corrected. “The first time you let your guard down enough to feel it.” eyes widening. Sam tugged again