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 water?” Bettie

inclined to decline, Sabrina’s thoughts shifted, and she altered her

made her way to the kitchen, her purpose a simple glass

hair still

cascading languorously down his

head then dipping back to the script

some warm water for you.

and his fingers

room, the

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