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 be

it really

knit in concern as she

me to spend the night in the guest room, if you don’t

refusal was immediate and

of Bettie discovering such

the disappointment that would cloud

pondered for a brief moment but he

viable option remaining was

a duvet from the cabinet and set up the

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