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.

you like some

Sabrina’s thoughts shifted, and she altered her

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

his hair still glistening with droplets, clad only in a solitary bath

cascading languorously down his

him briefly, her head then dipping back to the

warm water for you. Drink

acknowledged her offer and his fingers

hushed room, the act

falling, a bead of water