The Woman From Hell

Night fell, and I was leaning against the bed after taking a shower, waiting for Theo to come out.

How should I start?

Should I be direct or leave some steps for myself?

When we parted at noon, his expression was bad. He must have been angry.

What if I apologized to him?

No, how could I apologize? He was obviously the one who took a tone with me first.

When I was still pondering, Theo had already finished washing. His hair was wet, and he was wiping it with a towel.

A good-looking man coming out of the bath, how handsome.

The man's slightly wet face came into my view, and I could not help gulping. When I saw him grab the hair dryer, I quickly stepped forward and grab it. "I'll help you." Theo was stunned for a moment, but he did not stop me. He just let me play with his hair.

I organized what I wanted to say in my mind while I dried his hair.

I could apologize to him now when the hair dryer was so loud.

Frowning, my thoughts raced.

"What are you doing?"

senses. I looked down and noticed that I had gotten

quickly apologized and turned off the hair dryer. "I'm sorry, I was thinking

hair dryer in my hand and started drying his

went back to bed. Seeing that his expression was completely different from

lay down and buried my head in

off the bedside lamp with a click. I felt someone

to

Not today, though.

long time,

for? I could just say what I wanted. When did I

not see if Theo was still awake in the dark, so I asked cautiously, "Are you

"Yeah," he responded.

muttered and leaned toward him, but Theo did not

had already taken the lead so

would

I burrowed my way up and lay on top of him. Theo was obviously startled. "You!" "Are you still

deeply. He turned on the bedside

obviously angry. Why

mad at

"Me?"