What's next?
Make Tyler drop his fork
With a small mental push, Tyler's fork falls off the edge of the table, clattering to the floor. Tyler bends over to pick it up, his eyes lingering on the beautiful legs of his sisters and mom as he takes in the sight.

Tyler pauses for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the legs of the women at the table. He takes just a little too long to sit back up a smirk from Chloe meeting his eyes as he does.
"Everything alright down there, Tyler?" his mom asks.
"Yeah, Ty. Find something interesting?" Chloe teases.
Tyler's face turns red as he quickly sits back up, avoiding his family's amused gazes as he focuses on his meal, the incident adding a famililar touch of awkwardness to the dinner.
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