I'll have some water

"Sure, can I get some water?" I reply, typing on the document. I hear him filling two cups with ice and water, and walking towards me.

"Here you go," he hands it to me over my shoulder. I reach without looking, my hand squeezing down partly on top of his. Somehow, I knock it out of his hand and it lands squarely on my chest, spilling all over.

"Oh shit!" I swing the laptop out of the way, avoiding most of the water, while the majority of it spills all over my shirt and onto my pants. It's ice cold, and I can already feel it soaking through my cotton tee shirt and into my bra. I start saving the files, then shutting the laptop down; I had had a computer die on me from spilling coffee on it before, and I knew I had to shut it down to let it dry.

"Here's a towel," Kevin hands me a large dishcloth, as I set the laptop upside down to dry. I saw a few drops seep out between the keys; we'd need to wait a bit to let it dry.

"It'll be a little while to dry, I don't want to fry it and lose our project," I said, trying to dry myself with the towel. What a day to wear just a tee shirt, let alone a white one. I could clearly see my purple bra through it; at least I hadn't gone without a bra, like I did on some lazy days. "Do you have a hair dryer?"

"Nope, sorry. I can spot you one of my shirts if you want," he was pretty clearly eyeing my chest as he offered. Even with the bra, the shirt clung to my cleavage and showed plenty of that. "Ha, gotta hand it to you though Emily, you'd be a sure win at any wet tee shirt contest."