Before I could react, Theo moved closer and, without warning, scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing.
Like he cared.
But I knew better.
If he could throw me out of a window and get away with it, he probably would.
I stiffened, my hands pressing against his chest, but he only held me tighter.
"I think my darling girlfriend needs a bath," he said smoothly.
My heart skipped a beat. Oh, no.
"I’m fine," I said quickly. "I can bathe myself."
Theo’s grip didn’t loosen. Instead, he let out a low chuckle. "Come on, Sofia. You just got out of the hospital. This is the least I could do for you."
The least he could do for me was let me go, but we both knew that wasn’t happening.
I opened my mouth to argue again, but before I could, Mrs. Rodríguez spoke up.
"Come on, Sofia," she sai
