Tylers goodbye

With Joe safely tucked in, Tyler turned toward Ari with a lopsided grin. “Alright, we should probably get going before we pass out right here.” He opened his arms for a goodbye hug, the alcohol in his system making him bolder than sober circumstances would allow.

Ari hesitated only briefly before stepping into the embrace, her body still tense from earlier embarrassment. Thanks for bringing him home, she mumbled against Tyler's shoulder, her words muffled. But as she pulled back slightly, Tyler's hand drifted downward, his palm landing squarely on the fleshy curve of her ass cheek through the thin lace.

His fingers squeezed experimentally, testing the firmness beneath the flimsy barrier. Ari stiffened instantly, a sharp gasp escaping her parted lips.