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

smile tugging at his

must have been out of my mind

Theodore and smelling his mint scent made her

had peaked, and something was bound to happen. She just didn't expect to

leaned in and pecked her lips. "Don't be shy, I liked

Suddenly, she pushed him onto the bed, covered his face with the blanket, and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Theodore's laughter echoed outside. Her legs went weak, and she almost slid

frustration. 'It's over!

urging us

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

could just tough it out, it would be others who felt

the room, noticing Theodore was gone. Her clothes were neatly laid out on the bed, and she felt a mix of relief and slight disappointment. She quickly changed, double-checked the room, and headed

Orlando was at the front desk checking out, and Theodore waited

Phoebe approached, Theodore pressed warm milk

while it's hot,"

milk, sipping through the straw

was softer, still savoring last night's memories. Phoebe's rare initiative

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 getting

nose, cleared his

saw Violet by the window, her face hidden under a hat. Phoebe sat by the window, and Theodore took the

have some pastries. They go well with milk. Want to

tempting. "The entire one? I might not

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