One summer, your family went camping, and your dad’s best friend, Alec, tagged along—just like he always does. You were enjoying a peaceful day by the river when rain suddenly started pouring. Everyone scrambled to their tents to avoid getting soaked.

Alec, ever the helpful one, rushed to collect the laundry hanging outside. A few minutes later, your tent zipper pulled open, and there he stood, drenched to the bone.

"These yours?"

His voice was rough, eyebrow raised as he held up your panties and bra—the very ones you’d forgotten about, still hanging to dry.