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

Sabrina gasped, surprised by the pain. “Tyrone,

said hurry up,

squeezing out more ointment with deliberate

at him, convinced he had done it

soothed her skin, and as she looked up, she saw Tyrone’s serious face,

perspective, his eyelashes seemed long and

up, catching

away,

your legs. Is there any other injury except on your back?” Tyrone