We adjusted our grip again. As I leaned in, the wardrobe shifted just enough that my eyes caught something I absolutely should not have noticed. A flash of neon green fabric at the edge of her hip as she bent forward. Panties. Bright. Bold. Completely unfair.
I looked away immediately.
"Let's angle it more," I said.
Her cheeks flushed, but she did not comment. If she noticed me… uh, 'noticing,' she let it slide.
We pushed again. Hands brushed. Forearms bumped. Each accidental touch felt intentional even though it was not. The air between us felt tight.
"Are you alright?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah," I said. "This thing just hates me."
She smiled. "It hates everyone."
Finally, the wardrobe slid into place. We both stepped back, breathing a little harder than the effort alone justified.
"There," she said. "That's perfect."
I wiped my hands on my jeans. "Told you I earned that beer."
"You did," she said.
