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.

them to his face. His eyes, heavy with desire, sought hers in the

have a fever. Something’s off with the soup I had earlier

been a tonic. Possibly with

Sabrina questioned, “So… what do we

abruptly pushing her underneath

control himself, he frowned, beads of sweat visible on

breath was

his neck, her fingers

deep breath, nestling his

and moved swiftly

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