Phoebe came out of the shower, grabbed some clothes from the closet, packed her backpack, and took herptop.@@novelbin@@


    Theodore was still on the floor, smoking. His shirt was open, showing off his muscles. One leg was bent, the other stretched out, looking tense.


    He held a half-smoked cigarette, the ashtray full of butts. He should''ve felt triumphant, but he looked like a sad beast.


    Seeing Phoebe with her stuff, he squinted and asked in a raspy voice, "Where are you going?"


    Phoebe didn''t answer and headed for the door.


    Theodore jumped up, blocked her path, grabbed her wrist, and demanded, "Where are you going?"


    Phoebe bit her lip, feeling the pain from where he''d bitten her earlier.


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