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.

would you like some water?” Bettie

and she altered her

way to the kitchen, her purpose a simple

Tyrone emerged from the bathroom, his hair still glistening with droplets,

physique, cascading languorously down his robust

her gaze upon him briefly, her head then dipping

some warm water for you.

her offer and his fingers closed around the

the hushed room, the act of

observed his Adam’s apple rhythmically rising and falling, a bead of water