Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone said, his face emotionless.

Sabrina’s cold stare was her only response.

Reluctantly, she placed a box of cotton swabs on the table, and sat beside Tyrone, raising her dress to her knees.

Her flawless calves were marred with bruises, including a mark where a high-heeled shoe seemed to have stepped, breaking the skin.

Tyrone’s eyes softened, his fingers gently brushing Sabrina’s injured calf. “Does it hurt?”

Truth be told, it didn’t hurt unless pressed, but Tyrone’s touch tickled her, sending chills down her spine.

“Hurry up!”

Tyrone applied the ointment with a

gasped, surprised by the

hurry up, and I

out more ointment with

him, convinced he had

looked up, she saw Tyrone’s serious face, his concentration making him look as though he were

and thick, his nose straight, his

Tyrone looked up,

away,

your legs. Is there any other injury except on your