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.

seemed to be

it really

Sabrina inquired, her brows knit in concern

“Would it be possible for me to spend the night in the guest room,

was

such an arrangement was

picture the disappointment that would cloud

for a brief moment but he halted his words

that the sole viable option remaining was to share a

the onset of an irksome headache, extracted a duvet

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