Perched precariously on the toilet seat, Phoebe scrubbed at her face with fervor. Her heart pounded in her chest, a relentless drum echoing her confusion. Why had Theodore posed such a question to her? What response was he seeking? She pulled her knees to her chest, her mind a whirlwind of uncertainty. How could she respond without betraying her own feelings or disappointing him? Time seemed to stretch out, her legs growing numb from her prolonged stay in the bathroom. Eventually, she rose and exited. The bedroom was bathed in a soft, dim light. Phoebe walked to the edge of the bed, gently lifting the covers before slipping beneath them. A thought crossed her mind, ''Theodore should be asleep by now, shouldn''t he?'' A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she prepared t@@novelbin@@


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