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

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

way

from the bathroom, his hair still glistening with droplets, clad only in

adorned his physique, cascading languorously down

him briefly, her head then dipping back

water for you.

Tyrone acknowledged her offer and his fingers closed around the

hushed room, the act of

water meandering