As Sylvia stood in her dimly lit bathroom, steam billowing around her, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to Corbin. He lingered in her thoughts like a haunting melody. She told herself that it was just a passing infatuation, that she could easily move on and forget about him. But deep down, she knew it was a lie.
Corbin was unlike anyone Sylvia had ever met. He exuded an effortless charm that seemed to draw people to him like moths to a flame. His light blue, playful eyes held a depth that Sylvia found both captivating and pleasing. He had a way of making her feel vulnerable, exposed, and alive all at once.
With a sigh, Sylvia stepped out of the bathtub, her skin still warm and flushed from the hot water. She reached for a fluffy towel and wrapped it around her body, feeling the soft fabric against her skin. Her hair was a tangled mess of wet strands, and she knew she needed to dry it before she could even think about getting dressed.
