VeryNovelChapter 1082: "I do." "And what does it mean?" "To 'test you out,'" she said plainly, as if stating the weather.
He broke into a broad smile, his chest vibrating with laughter.
Even his voice shimmered with amusement. "Alright. I'll wait for you." Freya felt a flicker of panic, but she held tight to Greta's reckless advice. Those next thirty minutes crawled by like hours for Freya. For Ellis, though, it was all anticipation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was genuinely curious about what she would do.
Half an hour wasn't too short, wasn't too long. Just enough.
When Freya finally stepped out of the bathroom, Ellis was already lounging on her bed in a robe. His hair was slightly tousled, giving him a dangerous edge beneath all that refinement.
As she took him in, Ellis turned his head. His eyes caught her damp hair, and he started lifting the blanket. "Don't move," Freya blurted, stopping him. Her nerves were frayed, and she was barely keeping it together. "I'll handle it." Ellis raised an eyebrow. Was drying her hair really that serious? Freya had totally forgotten to dry it earlier. She'd meant to, but seeing Ellis sprawled out on her bed had scattered her thoughts.
"Just relax," she said, though whether she was talking to herself or to him was anyone's guess. "I'll take it slow." Ellis chuckled, reclining like he had all the tin the world. "Alright." "You ready?" "Always." "Should I turn off the lights?" "If that's what you want." It didn't feel right. She was supposed to be the one in control-but Ellis didn't look the least bit flustered.
If Greta and Riley could see this, they'd swear she'd misunderstood the whole taking charge idea.
"Here I come," Freya said, trying to summon courage and fake composure.
Ellis's eyes slid over to her still-dripping hair. His thin lips parted. "Hold on." She froze.
He stepped out of bed, his long legs carrying him toward her with purpose.
"Didn't we agree I'd take care of this?" Freya asked warily.
"Shouldn't you dry your hair first?" Ellis grabbed a towel and beganm gently patting her hair before reaching for the hairdryer. "You've got all night. No need to rush." Freya was visibly flustered.
Whatever sliver of courage she'd just managed to scrape together dissolved in the blink of an eye.
Ellis noticed the shift instantly, his lips curling into a soft, amused smile, affection flickering in his eyes.
A few minutes later, her hair was dry. He tucked the hairdryer away neatly, then pulled a small box from the pocket of his robe and handed it to her. "The rest is in your hands now."
The moment Freya saw what it was, it practically scorched her palm she wasn't swideleyed teenager anymore. Still, a wave of unease rippled through her. "Maybe we should..." she faltered, her voice unsure, her expression hesitant.
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