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!”

darkening, Tyrone applied the ointment with

by the

hurry up, and I

squeezing out more ointment with deliberate

glared at him, convinced he had done it on

skin, and as she looked up, she saw Tyrone’s serious face, his concentration making

perspective, his eyelashes seemed long and thick, his

Tyrone looked up,

looking away, Sabrina feigned

are done with the medicine on your legs. Is there