The breast squeeze was unexpected and the jury was out on whether she liked it. She almost reached for his hand to have him do it again but he pressed her against him, and then he was laughing. She felt a tinge of embarrassment and nearly shoved him away, telling him to tickle himself and laugh. A flare of anger quickly subsided, her changeable mood changing in mere miliseconds.
"You're ticklish?" she asked and took on a more devious look, "There or in other places too? Because that's useful information. Beyond knowing you scream like a girl." He didn't but she sometimes accused him of it. The insults they slung back and forth were part of their friendship, and maybe some foreplay too, though Caitlin didn't fully realize it.
She reached up to touch his neck, "Where else are you ticklish?"