Circling around Ronnie, Court ducked inside the tent and felt his friend catch his foot. “Don’t track any dirt and shit inside,” Ronnie told him. “Sneakers off.”
“They’re just damp,” Court argued. But Ronnie held on tight, and Court fell onto their disheveled sleeping bags, twisting to try and free his leg from Ronnie’s grip. “Let me go.”
Ronnie tugged off Court’s sneaker and dropped it to the ground. “No shoes inside.”
When Ronnie released his leg to tackle the other shoe, Court playfully nudged Ronnie’s back with his bare foot. “Let me go,” he said again, rolling onto his back.
Ronnie did, but not before he ran a single finger along the underside of Court’s foot. The touch was ticklish, causing Court to cry out in surprise. Quickly he pulled his legs into the tent. “Get back out here once you put some clothes on,” Ronnie told him. “We’re going to check out that other camp.”