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

really a

her brows knit in concern as

be possible for me to spend the night in the

was immediate

discovering such an arrangement was simply too

picture the disappointment that would cloud Bettie’s

for a brief moment but he halted his

was to share a bed, and he, unfortunately, remained

an irksome headache, extracted a duvet from the cabinet and

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