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

gasped, surprised by the pain. “Tyrone, be

sorry. You said hurry up, and I didn’t

replied, squeezing out more ointment

him, convinced he had done it on

cool ointment soothed her skin, and as she looked up, she saw Tyrone’s serious face, his concentration making him look as though he were handling

eyelashes seemed long and thick, his

up, catching

away,

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