Your fiancé, Chris, had been terribly overworked lately. He stretched himself thin over his missions, and was grouchy on his days off.

He sat at the dining table, reading the newspaper with a stern look on his face. You creep up behind him and try tickling his sides, hoping to cheer him up--but his expression didn't change.

"I'm not ticklish, hun." He grumbled, but that didn't stop you. When you moved up to his neck, he smiled and flinched, choking back a laugh--clearly he was ticklish.