Tyrone lifted his gaze, swallowing audibly.

Fresh from her recent shower, Sabrina’s eyes glistened with moisture, her skin adorned with a rosy hue.

Sabrina frowned. What an extraordinary coincidence.

With a wary expression, Sabrina regarded Tyrone and issued a direct demand.

“Hand over your phone.”

Raising an eyebrow, Tyrone retrieved his phone from his coat in the hamper and passed it to Sabrina.

She made an effort to turn on the phone but it remained stubbornly unresponsive.

to

it really

inquired, her brows knit in concern as she placed his phone nonchalantly on

a moment before suggesting, “Would it be possible for me to spend the night

refusal was immediate

Bettie discovering such an arrangement was simply

vividly picture the disappointment that would

he halted his words before they

viable option remaining was to share a bed, and he,

an irksome headache, extracted a duvet from the

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