Sylvia's slightly dazed eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Timothy right in front of her.
And he was smiling.
"Why are you sleeping here? Wait…"
As she recalled how she had just looked at Timothy with pleading eyes, Sylvia's cheeks flushed a soft pink.
Timothy chuckled. "You invited me to sleep with you, honey. How could I say no?"
"I did not invite you! I was just… I was just…"
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Sylvia had no idea what to say.
Because no matter how hard she tried to explain what had just happened, there was no way to make it sound reasonable!
"Tch, fine. Consider yourself lucky."
Sylvia huffed, but as she pulled away from Timothy's chest, her gaze lingered on him, almost involuntarily.
"Hmph, I'll admit one thing, though."
"What's that?" Timothy asked, a little confused.
"Your chest… it's actually… pretty warm."
