That Tickles!

“I heard you, ya prat. You’re a man, not a woman. I’m telling you this is what I like. To be…” His voice faded out like a fizzling candle. “Tickled.” 

Of all the words that could have come out of Gavin’s mouth in that moment, Darby had not expected that one. Ever. 

“Tickled,” he repeated to be sure he’d heard it correctly. 

Gavin reached into the box and started throwing out paintbrushes and strips of fur, something that looked like a riding crop with a ball of duck down on its end, beads on a string, and a bouquet of colorful ribbons sagging from a wooden handle. 

“You think I can tell anyone about this?” He waved at the various implements. “It’s hard enough to say I want a man in my bed.”