Theodore shut his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he fought back the urge and calmly switched on the hairdryer. He blew warm air on his hand a couple of times, then casually lifted Phoebe's hair and started drying it with care. His warm, slender fingers brushed her scalp, sending a shiver down her spine.

Phoebe felt a tingle and instinctively straightened up.

With a playful tone, she asked, "Mr. Reynolds, how much do you charge for a hair-drying session?"

Theodore paused for a second.

Then, with a bright smile, he said, "First one's on the house."@@novelbin@@

Phoebe closed her eyes to avoid the tickle of hair strands on her face. With her eyes shut, her other senses kicked in.

She could feel Theodore's warm fingertips lightly grazing her scalp, causing a slight tingle.

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