Fumi shifted higher on the bed until she was lying back against the pillows, facing me. Her expression was carefully arranged into one of apologetic guilt, though the open nightie still left her black lace bra and the soft upper curves of her breasts fully visible.
"I'm really bothering you… I'm so sorry, Jack… wasting your time like this…"
I shook my head, matching her act with a gentle, concerned tone.
"No… Ms. Fumi… It's nothing. How could this be bothering me? You got injured while preparing coffee for me. If anything, I feel a little guilty."
Fumi quickly waved a hand.
"No, how can it be your fault? If anyone is at fault, it is my own carelessness…"
She paused. Her eyes dropped openly to the clear bulge that had formed in my pants, lingering there for a second longer than necessary before she looked back up.
"I didn't hurt you when I fell, did I…?"
I shook my head and forced a light, embarrassed flush to my cheeks.
"I'm fine. Don't worry."
I kept my voice polite.
