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!”

the

gasped, surprised by the

up, and I didn’t control

out more ointment with deliberate

at him, convinced he had done

she looked up, she saw Tyrone’s serious face, his concentration making him look as though he were handling something

his eyelashes seemed long and

looked up,

looking away, Sabrina

are done with the medicine on your legs. Is there any other injury except on your back?” Tyrone