“Enemy?” Summer repeated, voice rising. “Enemy? Oooh, I’ll show you ‘enemy’.” She began to search for ticklish spots, starting with his armpits and the back of his neck. “Enemy, forsooth!”
His eyes widened with apology just as a protest rose on his lips, before he shrieked and tried to reach out to grab at her hands. “No! That’s not fair!” He spluttered out and thrashed above her, body contorting as he tried to move away from her fingers.
She snaked her hands through his flailing, feeble defense, poking at the spots that made him writhe the most and laughing until she was breathless. “Got you, got you, got you!” she sang.