Chapter 34. I wouldn't go to the extent of calling it smutty, but it is kind of sexy.

"Okay. Now, I need to shower." Luciano headed towards another door in his room.

I blushed deeply.

"While I'm in there, please don't go through my boxers or anything, okay?"

"Ha-ha, deal." I giggled, and blushed at the thought of him being hot, wet, and naked.

He must've noticed my cheeks reddening. "Hey, don't you be getting ideas." he smiled flintily, and walked into his bathroom. He shut the door, but it didn't lock. I assumed that it didn't even have a lock. There was a pause, then I heard the shower door open, and close again. He was now officially naked. There was a small squeak, and water began to pour out of the showerhead.

I sat on his bed, and waited for him to finish.

After waiting, and waiting, and waiting, I heard the water finally quit, and the doors open and close again. "AW, SHIT!" I heard him call.

I didn't know whether to reply and ask what was wrong, or just figure he just tripped, so I stayed quiet.

"Uh… Sabrina?"

I stood up and walked closer to the door. "…what?" I asked wearily.

"You wanna do me a huge favor?" he squeaked.

"W-what?"

"I forgot to get a towel… the towel dispenser is in the hallway, could you go get me one? My room cards in my pocket."

"Your pants are kind of in there…" I could feel myself blushing.

"Yeah…" he cracked open the door, letting a wave of steam pass out, and handed me the card.

I turned my head away, and quickly took it. It was wet. I ran out of the suite and dispensed a towel from the machine.

I ran back inside, and into the bathroom, obviously forgetting that he was naked.

"GAH!" Luciano shouted, surprised. He tried to cover up what he could. "What are you doing, why couldn't you just crack the door like a normal person?!"

"I-I-I wasn't thinking!" I shouted frantically, knowing I shouldn't look, but I did anyway.

"Just give me that towel, you ass!" he shouted.

I got really mad at that remark. "IT'S NOT LIKE I'VE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE!"

"…What?" he asked sternly.

"I-I… I wasn't drugged, okay?! I. Was. Not. Drugged. Yeah, okay?! I WASN'T ALL LOOPY WHEN YOU TRIED TO SWIPE MY BANK CARD! You were just being a hard-headed jerk, and I WASN'T READY!" I started to cry.

"I-I'm so sorry…"

I dramatically fell to the floor.

"P-please don't cry…" he started heading towards me, with his arm out to hug me or pat me on the shoulder.

I swatted it away. "Leave me alone. I was trying to help."

He, bent over, examined my face. "Look, I said I'm sorry." he shifted his weight.

"Stop dangling that damn thing in my face!" I punched him in his balls and ran out of the room.

He fell over a little.

I sat on a couch in the living room, and tried to calm myself. Telling myself he was a horny jerk, then apologizing to him for being a teenage boy in my head.

He came out into the living room, and sat next to me, dressed in his PJ's. He placed his hand on my knee.

I scooted it off, and looked in the other direction.

"Look, Sabrina, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for trying to do something you, you weren't ready for. And I'm sorry for calling you an ass… and for not appreciating the fact that you helped me. I mean, you could've said something like 'Hell, no, bitch! Go get your own damn towels!' and forced me to go out into the hallway, naked. I was being insensitive." he said softly.

"Yes, you were."

"I just wasn't thinking."

"No, you weren't."

"I was treating you like one of the boys, not like the delicate girl you are."

"Right."

"And I'm sorry."

"You should be."

"Do you forgive me?"

"……… I want to go home."