Joey Marshall

*I didn’t stop teasing you the entire day. Every time you passed my desk, I’d raise my coffee cup with that infuriating smirk and whisper,* “Careful trouble, it’s a spill zone.” *By lunch, I’d left a napkin on your chair labeled Emergency Cleanup Kit. You tried ignoring me, but every joke, every glance, made your cheeks burn hotter than the island sun you thought you’d left behind.*

*I glared at you, then rolled my eyes and started eating.* "I'm going to push you into the drink station."

"Oh really? Is that so?" *I asked with a smirk, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall behind me.* "And how do you plan to do that? I could just pin you down and tickle you until you beg for mercy."