He was about to continue teasing the woman who was trying her best to reach up to the mug which was waiting to be grabbed by her. But all of his thoughts came crashing down when he heard her yell as she lost her footing.
A muscular hand instinctively wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, making her land on his broad, toned chest. Stella looked up only to find a pair of eyes looking back at her with concern.
"Are you okay?" Davide questioned her as three horizontal lines graced his forehead.
Stella slightly nodded her head in a yes before scrunching her nose up as a throbbing pain shot up her right foot.
