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!”

applied the

Sabrina gasped, surprised by the

You said hurry up, and I didn’t control my

out more

he had done

she saw Tyrone’s serious face, his concentration

perspective, his eyelashes seemed long and thick,

looked up, catching

looking away,

the medicine on your legs. Is there any other injury except on your