"Now drop the boxers," Liam said.
The system had already logged the choice and moved on.
No pause. Just the quiet, indifferent flicker at the edge of his vision and then nothing.
Tasha's reaction was immediate.
She pulled her hands back like the waistband had burned her and straightened up in one sharp motion, putting distance between herself and what she'd just been looking at.
Her face was already going red. Not a slow flush, but the kind that started at her neck and climbed fast, heat spreading up through her jaw and into her cheeks before she could do anything about it.
"Are you serious?" Her voice came out sharper than usual.
The defensive edge of someone who'd been caught completely off guard and was still processing it.
"I'm not doing that," she said.
"Okay," Liam said.
She stared at him. Waiting for him to push, to argue or even make something of it.
