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!”

face darkening, Tyrone applied the ointment with a touch too

Sabrina gasped, surprised by the pain. “Tyrone, be

hurry up, and I didn’t control my

out more ointment

glared at him, convinced he had done it on

as she looked up, she saw Tyrone’s serious face, his

seemed long and

Tyrone looked up,

away, Sabrina feigned

the medicine on your legs. Is there any other injury