𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 [𝟏𝟖+]

040: slip up

'Where did it go?'

I lift my pillows and set them back down on the bed after not finding my phone. I place my hands on my hips and huff, quickly scanning my room once again. Could it be that I left it in Theo's room? Yeah, that has to be it.

I walk out of my room and cover the short distance leading to Theo's. I walk in without knocking, if only to give him a taste of his own medicine. Though, I doubt he would mind.

I immediately spot my phone on his nightstand, and after checking for any missed notifications, I shove it into my pocket. I was about to leave his room, when I notice that the door of the bathroom is slightly open.

'Is Theo still in there..?'

My feet carry me towards the bathroom before I can even realise it. And when I raise my hand to touch the door, it shifts further, causing a warmth to greet me from when Theo had taken a hot shower not too long ago.

He is standing in front of the mirror, shaving his light stubble. My eyes take notice of his wet hair clinging to the back of his neck, and the white towel sitting low at his hips.

"It is rude to stare, Princess."

"I'm not staring." I fold my arms across my chest and meet his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. "I am admiring."

I smile and enter the bathroom, getting closer to him. Standing behind him, I drag my fingers down his spine, connecting the small water droplets sticking to his skin. My ears pick up the slight change in his breathing.

"Is that so?" he asks. His voice dropping lower, eyebrows raising.

"Mm-hmm." I try to play it cool and place a small kiss on his shoulder. Then another.

Theo shakes his head with a smile on his lips before resuming his work. I silently watch him fall into his daily morning routine. He carefully wipes off the foam with a wet towel once he is done shaving. He then applies his aftershave, and the familiar scent of pine invades my senses. I like this fresh, sharp and slightly minty smell because this is what I have come to recognise as his scent.

He applies moisturizer at last, and suddenly pulls me to stand in front of him, causing a surprised squeak to escape my throat. "I must say," he begins. "It was quite scandalous of you to barge in like this while I am not decent."

I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle a laugh. "Theo," I say, unable to help the teasing smile. "Do you realise you sound just like Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice?"

Theo blinks, looking momentarily puzzled. "Mr. Darcy?"

"Yes!" I laugh. "You know, that brooding, high-and-mighty gentleman from—" I cut myself off with a shake of my head when he still looks clueless. "Have you not seen the movie?"

"Ah, I'm afraid not," he replies seriously, still in character.

"We have to watch it, then." I grin. "I mean, I honestly half expected you to ask me for permission to dance next."

Theo raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "Very well, Princess. Might I have the honor of your company for a waltz around the bedroom?"

I burst into laughter. "Are you sure you are dressed for the occasion?" I ask in between giggles.

"That's a good point, actually." He chuckles, his formality melting away as he wraps his hands around my middle.

My laughter dies out when I see him looking at me with a warm smile tugging at his lips. Theo's hands drop down to my hips and he turns me around to face him. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and his hand lingers on my face, before he drops it lower to pull down on the neck of my turtleneck top.