I'm pretty sure I scream as I jump up off the couch. Somehow Luca walked into the room without me noticing.
And I'm sitting here watching...oh, God.
I probably break a world record sprinting to the movie closet. Behind me, I can hear the heavy breathing and moaning of the two of us up on the television, but I don't dare pause to watch for my orgasm. I have to get this video off. Now.
I yank the cable out of the camera. In the other room, I hear the screen go dead, separated from its racy video feed. I stand there with the cable clenched in my fist, panting as the panic rises in my chest.
How could I be such an idiot? Why didn't I go somewhere private to watch the damn video? It's been hours since Luca left - I should have known he'd come home at any time.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to calm myself. But my dad's mindfulness exercises aren't doing me much good right now.
In the other room, I hear Luca laugh.
"Emilia?" he calls. "Is everything okay in there?"