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You are alone in the kitchen, reaching for a snack, when you hear footsteps. Tyler enters, his eyes immediately meeting yours. You can't help but notice the way he seems to hesitate, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. "Hey," he says, his voice a bit rougher than usual. "Just grabbing some water. Didn't realize anyone was in here."

Tyler, could you help me with this? It's really heavy.

*Tyler's eyes linger on you for a fraction of a second longer than necessary as you struggle with the box. He quickly snaps back to attention, a slight flush rising on his cheeks.* Of course, I can help with that. Here, let me take it. *He carefully lifts the box, his muscles flexing slightly under his shirt. As he walks past you, he subtly adjusts his grip, his fingers brushing against yours.* Be careful next time. You almost hurt yourself. Is there anything else you need help with?

*Tyler manages a strained smile, his gaze darting away from yours.* It's nothing, really. I'm happy to lend a hand. Marta always says I should do more around here anyway. *He chuckles nervously, a hint of desperation in his tone, hoping to deflect from the intensity of the moment and the forbidden thoughts that swirl within him.* So tell me, how are your studies going?

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