Justin Battleson pressed both hands on Charlotte Thompson's waist and began to tickle her.
Charlotte's waist was always a sensitive spot, and one tease from Justin had her laughing uncontrollably.
She pushed against Justin trying to break free, but Justin pinned her down firmly, allowing Charlotte to flail about in his arms.
"Stop it, Justin…"
Charlotte laughed so hard she was gasping for air, her skin flushing a delicate pink, and her eyes misting over.
She pressed down on Justin's hands that were still on her waist and leaned softly into his embrace, breathing.
Justin's gaze was tender, as he bowed his head and kissed the top of Charlotte's hair.
After leaning in Justin's arms for a while, Charlotte regained her strength, then stood up from his lap, and this time, Justin did not stop her.
Once the playfulness had passed, they returned to their original discussion.
