The Next Morning
Sylvia slowly propped herself up, the blanket slipping off to reveal her smooth, pale shoulder. Her long, dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
She glanced over at Timothy, who had just woken up as well. A smile played on her stunningly beautiful face.
There was a hint of seduction in her smile, but more than that, it was filled with smug satisfaction.
"Who would've thought you'd end up like this?" Sylvia finally couldn't hold back her laughter.
It was as if she'd found Timothy's weak spot.
For so long, she'd been on the receiving end of Timothy's relentless teasing, never finding a way to strike back.
Timothy had even mocked her more than once, taking advantage of her embarrassment.
Just the other day, she'd been completely caught off guard by Timothy's sudden "boost in strength."
As a goddess, her dignity had almost crumbled in front of him.
