Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina, exhaling another sigh of relief, eased herself onto the edge of the bed.

As the sound of running water emanated from the bathroom, Sabrina grew restless and uncertain about her actions. Her fingers idly flipped through a script.

She had resolved not to fall under Tyrone’s spell once more, to maintain a respectable distance. Yet…

Resigned, she reclined on the bed and silently lamented her predicament.

It seemed she had become ensnared in Tyrone’s wiles, with no discernible escape route in sight.

Despite her best efforts, there appeared to be no way out.

Abruptly, a voice from beyond the room interrupted her reverie.

like some

to decline, Sabrina’s thoughts shifted, and she altered her response, “I’ll

to her room, Sabrina made her way

his hair still glistening

adorned his physique, cascading languorously down his robust

briefly, her head then dipping back to the script before

warm water for you. Drink

acknowledged her offer and his

the

apple rhythmically rising and falling, a bead of water meandering from his lips down his