From Trash to Titan
She stretched the tape across his back, and her hand accidentally grazed his neck.
"Sorry," she said quickly, stepping back.
"It's fine."
She moved to his waist next, kneeling down slightly. The tape wrapped around his middle, and she pulled it snug.
"32 waist," she called out.
"Damn, Maxwell," Lia said, not looking up from her tablet. "You're built like a model."
"Lia," Cherry warned.
"What? I'm just saying."
Maxwell couldn't help but smirk. "Is that a compliment?"
"Take it however you want," Lia said, finally looking up with a grin.