Michael and Neil both jerked their heads toward me at the exact same time.
I smirked. "Yeah. I'll help. Come on."
She smiled wider. "Really? Thanks!"
I started walking with her — and the moment she turned, I almost forgot how to breathe.
Her ass…
Holy fuck.
Those tight jeans hugged her curves like they were vacuum-sealed. Round, perfect, bouncing just a little with every step. It wasn't just sexy — it was dangerous.
My brain did the math instantly.
As sexy as Lily's… but tighter. Like her jeans were one wrong move away from exploding.
I had to physically stop my hand from reaching out and grabbing it. My fingers twitched.My pulse jumped.
Michael whispered behind me, stunned, "Bro… how do you ALWAYS pull?"
Neil groaned, "Someone nerf him already."
I didn't look back.
I just lifted a hand and waved lazily.
"Skill issue, boys."
But even as I said that, I wasn't thinking about them.
I was staring straight ahead at that perfect ass swaying up the stairs.
