Forbidden Passion

Chapter 460 No Need to Be Shy, I Really Like It

It was late. Theodore held Phoebe as she cried in his arms. The belt around his wrist had come undone.

He kissed her forehead, brow, and eyes, each kiss tender and full of love.

Phoebe's tears subsided as Theodore gently cradled her face, and they shared a tender kiss. They reclined, with Phoebe resting on top of Theodore, feeling secure in his embrace. "Sleep now, we have to get up early tomorrow," Theodore said softly.

Phoebe closed her eyes, snuggling into his shoulder. She soon fell asleep.

Theodore listened to her steady breathing, kissed her head, and lay back down, content.

When Phoebe woke up, it was light outside. Theodore was by the window, smoking.

She closed her eyes, recalling last night, then suddenly stiffened and opened them wide.

Theodore heard her change in breathing and knew she was awake. He put out his cigarette and walked to the bed.

Sunlight streamed in, and the curtains fluttered, casting shadows on Theodore's face.

He sat on the bed's edge, looking at Phoebe under the covers, and chuckled. "You weren't shy last night."

Before he could finish, Phoebe covered his mouth. "Don't say it," she snapped, glaring at him.

She remembered crying uncontrollably and felt embarrassed about her actions.

things got rough later, she knew she had

smile tugging at his lips, making her

must have been out of my mind last

emotional. Seeing Theodore and smelling his mint scent made her

to

her lips. "Don't be shy,

the blanket, and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Theodore's laughter echoed outside. Her legs went

in frustration. 'It's over! My

until Theodore knocked and called, "Phoebe, Orlando is urging us to go downstairs. Are you ready?" Phoebe looked in

she'd hide in the bathroom forever. What was she thinking last night?

tough it

gone. Her clothes were neatly laid out on the bed, and she felt a mix of relief

was parked. Orlando was at the front desk checking out,

warm milk against her face. She

some milk. Drink it while it's

took the milk, sipping through the straw as they

last night's memories. Phoebe's rare

were high. Her legs wobbled, and Theodore's hand steadied her waist. She turned to see his smiling eyes, blushing

nose, cleared his throat, and followed

Phoebe glanced back and saw Violet by the window, her face hidden under a hat. Phoebe sat by the window, and Theodore took the seat next to

They go well with milk. Want to try?" he offered,

"The entire one? I might not

If you can't finish, pass it over to me," he replied, handing