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 his hair stuck in the hair dryer. There was even

and turned off the hair dryer. "I'm sorry,

do it myself." Theo took the hair dryer in my hand and started drying

Seeing that his expression

and buried my

sound of the hair dryer abruptly stopped. Theo then switched off the bedside lamp

used to hug

Not today, though.

a long time,

could just

not see if Theo was

"Yeah," he responded.

to me," I muttered and leaned toward him, but Theo did

taken the lead so much, yet he was

I would go

him. I burrowed my way up and lay on

exhale deeply. He turned on the bedside lamp and looked down at me. "No, I'm

obviously angry. Why would you

you mad at

"Me?"