Theodore was on Emily’s mind all the time during her shower, and it took all her willpower not to touch herself. She was a little bit of a masochist. She didn’t want to extinguish the fire he had ignited. It was only fair that he’d be the one to do so, wasn’t it?
She hurriedly cleaned herself and got out of there before she did succumb to the temptation.
She found him sitting on his bed, holding his phone to his ear.
If his angry tirade was any indication, she’d say he wasn’t happy with the person calling him. He wasn’t speaking in English so she didn’t know what the issue was per se.
She tightened the towel around her, and his eyes gleamed with something akin to mischief.
Before he had the time to hang up on whoever he was talking to, she dashed out of there. Footsteps and multipl
