Urag's thumbs brushed over her soles, his touch maddeningly deliberate.
Eiravyne's breath hitched, her face burning. "U-Urag, stop!" she managed to stammer, but her protests only made him grin wider.
"Oh no, sweet Eiravyne," he continued, utterly undeterred. His gaze flicked up to hers, and the teasing in his eyes was nothing short of wicked.
"Did you know you're ticklish here?" He lightly brushed his fingers over the arch of her foot, making her squeak and jerk in response.
"Urag!" she cried, mortified, trying to pull her feet away, but he held them firm, laughing softly.
"Just as I thought," he said, his tone utterly shameless. "How have I never discovered this before? You've been hiding all this cuteness from me."
Eiravyne was at a complete loss for words, her hands flying up to cover her face as she tried to shrink back into the chair.
"Y-You're being ridiculous!" she managed to say, her voice muffled by her hands.
