With a sharp exhale, Theo forced himself to move. He snatched the T-shirt from the bed and swiftly slipped it over her head before she could torment him any further. His fingers trembled slightly as he guided her arms into the sleeves, carefully avoiding the smooth expanse of her skin. He tugged the shirt down past her hips before helping her step into the leggings.
“Enjoying yourself?” she teased, watching with amusement as the tips of his ears turned red.
“Behave,” he growled, his voice lower than he intended.
She only smirked, clearly reveling in his discomfort.
Once she was dressed, Theo practically bolted to the closet, running a hand through his damp hair as he took a steadying breath. He grabbed a black shirt and jeans, dressing quickly while forcing himself to think of anything
