Unchained Desire

Theodore didn't force Phoebe. He moved over with his wine glass and sat next to her, a strong fragrance wafting over. Phoebe looked at him, her gaze faintly wary.

Theodore, however, made no extra moves. He leaned back in his chair and said lightly, "Too far away, I can hardly see you."

Phoebe said, "Looks like you are already drunk without drinking."

Theodore curled his lips, "Phoebe, there's something I want to ask you. Be honest with me."

Phoebe met Theodore's gaze, her heart pounding, "What do you want to ask?"

"It's been three years. Are you still blaming me for not saving you first back then?" Theodore looked steadily at Phoebe. He knew that asking this question would almost certainly ruin their dinner tonight.

Phoebe casually picked up some food and put it in her mouth. She chewed for a moment and said, "Mr. Reynolds, if you and Edward were kidnapped at the same time, and I chose to save him first, would you hate me?" Theodore took a sharp breath. Phoebe's hypothetical scenario was more painful than any physical harm.

Phoebe gave a faint smile, "You don't need to answer. I can see it in your eyes. So, what difference does it make asking me this question?"