I kneel in front of him, tug up his ski pants, and flip open the clips on his boots. “That should help.” It’s only then I realise where I’ve put my hand to balance myself, and the words are out before I can stop myself. “Woah, your thighs are solid.” Cameron looks back and forth between my face and my hand, somehow still dangerously high on his thigh, and now squeezing? I’ve lost my mind.
