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Simon ran his hand down his bestfriend’s spine, needing to feel his smooth skin. But when the muscles tensed and shook, he paused.
“Cold, Bridgerton?” He teased. “I’ll be your blanket.”
He shook his head, wriggling away. Simon realized he'd tickled him.
So he did it again, and again, digging in to draw out laughter, until they were both panting.
"I didn’t know you were ticklish," Simon chuckled.
Anthony smiled and confessed, "I learned to control it. My sisters were pretty ruthless."
A grin, a gasp, a shuffling closer so he could be the little spoon.
“You haven’t seen ruthless.”