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.

grabbed her hands, pressing them to his face. His eyes, heavy

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

a tonic. Possibly with aphrodisiac

questioned, “So… what do we

rose, abruptly pushing her underneath him, their

control himself, he frowned, beads of sweat visible on his

breath was

fingers playing with the hair at his nape as she

determined look, Tyrone drew a deep breath, nestling his head in

left the bed and moved swiftly to

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