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.

rough later, she knew she had

smile tugging at

been out of my mind last night!'

Seeing Theodore and smelling his mint scent

something was bound to happen. She

lips. "Don't be shy, I liked

bed, covered his face with the blanket, and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Theodore's laughter echoed outside. Her

hair in frustration.

urging us to go downstairs. Are you ready?" Phoebe looked in the mirror and reluctantly replied,

she could, she'd hide in the bathroom forever. What was she thinking last night? Why couldn't she

this point, if she could just tough it out, it would be

gone. Her clothes were neatly laid out on the bed,

the front desk checking out, and Theodore waited at the entrance with a

pressed warm milk against her face.

milk. Drink it while it's

milk, sipping through the

savoring last night's memories. Phoebe's rare initiative was something he'd

walked ahead, but the bus steps were high. Her legs wobbled, and Theodore's hand steadied her waist. She turned to see his smiling eyes, blushing as she glared at him before

nose, cleared his throat, and

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

"The entire one? I might

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