Forbidden Passion

Chapter 796 Horseplay

Phoebe placed his phone and wallet on the table. She sat in a corner of the sofa and started scrolling through Facebook on her phone. After a while, the sound of running water from the bathroom stopped.

Phoebe instinctively looked up. The bathroom door opened slightly from the inside, and Theodore emerged with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Crystal-clear water droplets rolled down his body and into the towel.

The door was only slightly ajar, seemingly to check if anyone was outside. When their eyes met, he said calmly, "You're here. Come in and help me with something."

Phoebe was a bit puzzled. "Me?"

"The paint is stuck on the back of my neck, and I can't wash it off. Can you help me clean it?" Theodore noticed her wary expression. "Relax, this is your place. If I try anything, you can scream for help."

Phoebe's gaze swept over Theodore's firm chest, and she spoke calmly, "Turn around, let me see if it's clean."

Theodore obediently turned his back to Phoebe.

His hair was wet, clumped together with paint, and dripping water. The back of his neck was red, with red paint even behind his ears, clearly not washed off.

Phoebe pursed her lips, stood up, and walked over. Theodore pushed the bathroom door open and walked straight in, the room filled with steam.

She looked inside; it was just a simple shower. She moved a plastic stool over and had him sit under the showerhead.

Theodore sat on the stool, his long legs stretched out on the floor. The towel slid off his thighs to the sides. Phoebe glanced quickly and then looked away.

Standing behind him, she rolled up her sleeves and glanced at the paint on the back of his neck. It looked hard to clean.

She scratched it with her fingernail. Theodore's body tensed, and his breathing became heavy. He asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

it off is difficult. Should I get a hairdryer to dry

this, Phoebe

had been poured on Phoebe, her

felt a bit agitated. Phoebe's scratch had

his dry lips, his nerves on edge. He shouldn't have asked

the lounge. She brought it back to the bathroom and saw Theodore sitting there. She said, "There's no

on her face for a few seconds. He obediently moved the stool over and

his neck. The smell of

pressed the paint with her hand. It dried quickly, like

breeze, and then her fingers touched the back of his neck. His muscles tensed again. He made

hairdryer. "Nothing much. We never have much

head slightly

red paint on his

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waist. "I saved you, and this is how you repay me,

act so suddenly. She was ticklish and quickly backed away, but Theodore

think if they heard them playing around in

cheeks flushed. His eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but smile. "So, are you going to admit you were

pinned against the sink,

not helping you anymore." Phoebe pouted, her voice tinged with laughter, showing she wasn't really mad

at her. "Say you were wrong,

hands. Laughter spilled from her lips, and she couldn't help

meant to tease her, but hearing her plead

stopped moving, but his