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.

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

don’t have a fever. Something’s off with

soup had Likely been a tonic. Possibly

“So… what

rose, abruptly pushing her

frowned, beads of sweat visible

was

her fingers playing with the hair at his nape

Tyrone drew a deep breath, nestling his head

and moved swiftly to the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255