"There's sparkling water, too, if you'd prefer," Luca says.
"Oh, it's not for me," I say quickly. "I thought I'd be polite and get something for the movers." I don't know why I'm so nervous to admit that - it's not like I'm doing anything wrong. If anything, I suspect Luca would encourage me to do whatever possible to make sure that I uphold my end of our contract. I need to distract myself so I don't keep replaying that orgasm in my head.
"In that case," he says, smiling, "there's plenty of beer in there, too."
"Great, thanks."
I head back over to the fridge, only Luca gets there at the same time, and somehow I manage to run right into him. The glass falls from my hand, shattering against the tiles below.
"s**t," I say, dropping to my knees.
"Be careful." Luca kneels down beside me.
