“Hmm, you really couldn’t tell,” she giggled. Running her hand through her hair, she finally managed to get her laughter and breathing under control. She flopped backwards, leaning against the arm of the couch, still giving him an amused look.
"What's that look for?" he asked jokingly, watching the expressions on her face.
"Oh, nothing in particular." She leaned her head against her hand. "Just, you," she shook her head slightly.
"What about, me?" he asked slyly. He poked her stomach, right where she was ticklish.
She gave a small shriek of laughter, then jumped forward, covering her stomach with her arms. “Stop it!” She rolled her eyes. “I’m totally not telling you now!” She curled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
He grinned and put one hand on her shoulder and one hand on her knees, jokingly trying to prey her apart. "Come onnnnnn, now I'm really curious!"
Smirking, she shrugged and replied, “Never! You’d have to make me.” Challenge edged her voice as triumphant look crossed her face, almost like she was thinking she already won.
Bryson scooped her up in his arms, practically bridal style, and carried her up the stairs. "Oh, I'll make you."
Roxy squeeled a little bit at being picked up, before starting to squirm in his grip. “Bryson! No, what are you doing!?”
"Making you tell me," he answered simply.
She stopped moving and glared into his eyes. “I’m not gonna let you get that satisfaction.” That cocky half smirk returned.
"Tell me now and spare the pain," he warned.
“Hmm, I don’t know.” She leaned in to him. “I think I’m enjoying this challenge.”
At this, he startled. Why was she leaning into him? He tried to control his blush. "Well then," he said, switching to an announcing voice, "welcome to Bryson's Truth Torture Chamber!" They'd entered his bedroom.
Having no place to look but up at him, she totally noticed his blush. It took all her self control not to get pink faced over all the mixed thoughts crossing her mind of what that could mean. “Yippee,” she sarcastically monotoned. Getting the normal tone back to her voice, she added, “All your hard work and it’s going to be in vain, how tragic.” She flashed a grin.
"Oh, we'll see," he said with a smirk.
“You’re on.” She moved her bangs out of her eyes, then winked at him, sealing the challenge.
Bryson grinned. He tossed her onto his bed and began tickling her fiendishly.
Despite her hardest efforts not to laugh, she caved. Curling into herself, she gave a small shriek. Tucking her legs up between them, she reached up and prodded his sides, trying to get him back.
"Hey!" Bryson jumped when she poked him. He grinned and moved her legs aside to tickle her again. "Tell me!"
Grinning back, she grabbed his hands and jokingly faught against him. “Never! This one I’m taking to my grave,” she gave a low growl, like imitating a lion.
"C'mon, you're my best friend! You can tell me anything, you know," he said, winking cheesily at her.
“You know what,” she sat up and looked him dead in the eyes. “I will tell you, I cave.” She swing her legs over the side of the bed, almost bracing herself. Putting a hand to her head, she nervously laughed before adding, “You’re going to think I’m so stupid.” Her voice was completely serious.
"Hmm, I think that you're so stupid anyway, but continue."
She turned and lightly slapped him. “Hey! I’m about to confess my soul feelings to you and you say that!!” She slapped him again.
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