“Aside from your face, are there any other wounds on your back?”

“Well… Yes,” Tyrone admitted after pausing for a second. “Where?” Sabrina found herself scanning Tyrone up and down involuntarily.

Tyrone took Sabrina’s delicate hand in his, placing it gently against his chest. He locked his gaze onto hers and confessed, “Here. The wound, it’s right here and only you can heal it…”

Sabrina was rendered speechless, her hand quickly retreating from his grasp. “Tyrone, shame on you.”

Unexpectedly, Sabrina grasped Tyrone’s hand

“What’s this? Have you had a change of heart?

eyebrow and

ideas,” Sabrina retorted,

glanced down, noticing that the back of his hand exhibited redness and swelling around the knuckles,

minor

returned the ointment to

scrape, you say? Then there’s no

well, well!” Tyrone interjected swiftly, preventing her from putting the ointment away. He retrieved it and placed it

direction, securing his hand with one of hers while gently administering the ointment with a cotton

gaze to behold Sabrina, who was focused on her task, her head bent low. His own eyes Lowered, harboring a complex blend

more caring, could he

he couldn’t turn back the

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