91: still sad about it

"Oh why did he have to come now?" Aria huffed, putting her lips in between her teeth.

"I should just go get it." Robert stuttered as he stood up and walked towards the door. Aria looked away, pushing her gown that had rode higher downwards, still reeling from the feel of his fingers on her. She wished the pizza didn't arrive at this moment, it could have come earlier or later. Whatever, but not now.

"I was right," Robert announced, excitement lining his voice as he closed the door. "It's the pizza delivery guy. I'm sure you'd love this one."

"I'm sure." Aria replied passively, touching her laps, hoping to replicate the feeling that Robert's fingers coursed through her.

Robert settled the pizza on the table, taking his seat. He looked at her. Suddenly feeling shy, Aria looked away.

Robert adjusted his chair and his body to face her direction now. Then held her hands. Aria's first thought was to withdraw but she didn't heed to it for the fear that Robert might think he had done someth