The doorbell rang, interrupting Kristina's relaxing bath. She wrapped a plush towel around her body and padded down the hall to answer it. Standing at the door was a young man she had never seen before, holding a large pizza box.
"Hi, I have a delivery for Kristina Rose," he said, his voice cracking slightly.
Kristina smiled and took the box from him. "That's me! Come in, let me make your girlfriend happy." She ushered him inside, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks at the double entendre.
The two of them made small talk while she cut the pizza and opened some drinks. As they ate, their eyes kept drifting back to each other's curves. After a while, Kristina excused herself to the bathroom, hoping the young man would follow her there.
He did not follow her to the bathroom.
