In typical fashion

Alex stifled his laugh successfully, dropping his hand down from his mouth, as he took a deep breath and looked Mackenzie up and down, from her bare feet to the bottom of the mat, mere inches from her hips, her bare slender arms clutching in front of the mat, up to the slope of her chest, her bare shoulders and collar, and her madly blushing face that was coyly looking down in a perfect image... And when she just barely peeked up at him, meeting the edge of his gaze, everything dropped. His heart, his stomach, his jaw... And as she bent forward towards the door slightly, revealing just another bit of her chest, he couldn't help staring. His heart was back, beating with a vengeance, and his penis tingled intensely as suddenly it was receiving everything his body could give it. And maybe taking it away from his brain, especially as a blush came to his own cheeks watching Mackenzie. Who was looking at something next to the door...?

Mackenzie's heart dropped as Alex turned to see what she was looking at. She quickly took a small step forward, reaching inside the house to turn the tablet on its side. As she touched the corner of the tablet and tilted it forward to lay face down, she suddenly became aware of a noise. The soft sound of rubber smacking a wood doorframe on either side of her torso. And followed shortly by the welcome mat jolting in her remaining hand and slipping from her cold and numbing fingers. Everything became a blur as her knee hit the falling mat, her planted foot slipped backwards on the doorstep, and she started falling forward into the house with a high-pitched cry.

"Noooo!"

Alex caught only a glimpse of Mackenzie's pale and soaked skin below the mat as she was suddenly falling forward. He would later come to cherish the adrenaline fueled memory of that moment, almost certain that he saw two pink and raised nipples at the end of her breasts, while his body moved by itself. As she went down, he stepped into her, bringing his arms up from his sides towards Mackenzie. Mackenzie's arms flailed forward to try to catch her fall, expecting her knees to slam hard against the ground. Funnily enough, all she could think about suddenly was the urge to cry. As horribly embarrassing as this moment already was, she was about to fall on the ground, slam her knees, and the day's intense emotions were going to come out and make things even more humiliating. Until suddenly they weren't. She didn't hit the ground at all. Two broad arms swept under her arms and she stopped halfway down her fall. Alex's hands touched each other behind her shoulders, and not only did she stop falling, she was rising. He pulled her straight up to standing upright, her breasts suddenly pressed against the bottom of his chest. She couldn't be entirely sure, but she was almost certain that he had lifted both her feet off the ground for a moment. And then they were standing in a sort of embrace, her soaked breasts and hard nipples pressing against his chest through his now soaked t-shirt, technically decent from his point of view but with the fullest cleavage possible. His hands and arms remained in position behind her back, not squeezing her but holding perfectly still like a robot, while encircling her all the same. He looked down at her, his eyes peeled wide and his jaw open. His lips even appeared to tremble slightly as he blushed painfully hard. He was frozen.

Mackenzie hid her own madly blushing face against Alex's chest, at least hiding her even if the action did nothing to make her blush less. Oddly, her instinct was to hold her arms out to avoid getting Alex any wetter; at least due to their leaning in, she hadn't soaked his long basketball shorts or pressed against... Any of the things underneath them. Which left her body exposed and unprotected if Alex wanted to put his hands anywhere... Which he didn't. Which left Mackenzie extremely conflicted somehow, as perhaps part of her very much wanted him to... Which was confusing itself and not something she could completely process at the moment. Instead, she tried to distract herself mentally with questions. Questions like... "Was he always this... strong? Was his chest always so... big? Were his shoulders always so... wide? Is this the same chubby and shy boy who had been living next door for more than ten years... now suddenly a bulky but strong man who was virtually embracing her naked body...?" Mackenzie gasped, suddenly feeling her whole body warming while her heart raced, as moments passed in their frozen embrace. She was decidedly not distracted.