Ozias/Dragon's P.O.V.
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"D-Dragon... s-s-stoppp," Blythe giggled, playfully slapping my arms away as I tickled her.
No way in hell. Because not only do I love the sound of her laughing, but this was my way of cornering her. I've been curious about something lately. And tonight, I have a plan to satiate that curiosity. I blame Psycho, honestly. The man got in my head.
"Dragon... w-what are we doing?" She asked when she realized I pushed her right into one of the club bathrooms. The lights were still off, but I was hoping the little puppy following us would turn them on.
"Call me by my name," I whispered in her ear before licking her neck. Bly shivered, and my hands gripped her waist. Just like that, all tickling was gone, and I jumped
