"Don't forget it," she teased, patting his chest before picking up her coffee. "Now let's go before the world realizes you can't even get dressed without me."

Liam let out a breathy laugh, looking down at her. "My hero."

"Need a hand?" Maya asked, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

She brushed his hands away and took over. The fabric was wedged tight into the track, a classic snag. It was a small, mundane moment, but as she leaned in, she noticed the slight frustration in his eyes soften into something else. In the quiet of their hallway, with the hum of the refrigerator in the background, the struggle with the zipper felt oddly intimate.