Niccola whisked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. He slurped it as he said good morning. He came closer and leaned over the counter to dramatically study me with slitty eyes.
“What?”
He held up a finger then left the room, returning a second later to repeat his actions from just a moment ago. He looked me over with a knowing expression.
“You had sex.”
“And how did you come to this discovery?” I pulled at the pastry that was sitting in front of me.
“You seem relaxed,” he mumbled from behind the lip of the mug.
“As opposed to…”
“Uptight, tense, murderous face, vein in your forehead ticking like a—”
“Thanks.” I snickered and went back to reading an email from my phone. I could feel his prying eyes burning a hole in my forehead.
“Morning.” Vinni came in and joined us.
