After agreeing to the bet, Summer turned back to the fridge and scanned the shelves for more snacks. "Help me carry these," she instructed in a tone that was a mix of commanding and nervousness.
Don smirked, deciding to tease her, "Still that hungry?"
Summer shot him a glare, her cheeks puffing slightly in annoyance. "Just grab the snacks."
He shrugged, raising his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine, I'm just joking." He picked up a couple of bags of chips and a bowl of leftover food from earlier, following Summer's lead as they ascended the stairs.
As they walked up the steps, Don's gaze couldn't help but drift downwards, taking in the way Summer's panties hugged her ass and curves with each step. Her behind wasn't the largest, but it was undeniably plump and enticing, swaying subtly as she moved. 'Not bad,' he thought to himself, his eyes lingering for just a moment longer before he quickly averted them, focusing on the task at hand.