In her half-asleep state, she thought she heard a deep, ragged breath close to her ear.

Awakening, she realized the sound wasn’t a figment of her dream, but came from Tyrone, lying next to her.

Under the soft glow of the moon, Sabrina turned to him, questioning, “Tyrone, aren’t you sleeping?”

“No,” Tyrone said in a raspy voice.

“Why are you blushing?” Sabrina asked as her hand moved to feel his forehead. It felt feverish.

“Tyrone, do you have a fever? Are you alright?” Sabrina sat upright instantly.

Her hands were cold.

face. His eyes, heavy with desire,

don’t have a fever. Something’s off

Likely been a

“So… what

pushing her underneath him, their eyes

he frowned, beads of sweat visible

was

her fingers playing

deep breath, nestling

the bed and moved swiftly

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