Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Sabrina…”

Tyrone leaned forward suddenly, gripping the back of the driver’s seat, his voice husky as he implored, “Can you help me, please?”

Sabrina blushed and looked at Tyrone in disbelief.

“What are you talking about? I’ll drive faster. You’ll be home soon and handle it yourself!”

How could he ask her for help so directly? What did he expect her to do? How could she help him?

Tyrone’s breathing became heavy, and he swallowed hard. He could feel his body responding to the drug and became overcome with desire.

to home… Turn right at the next intersection

drive, Sabrina turned the steering wheel and merged into

minutes later, the car

the nights were still chilly, so no one was

roadside and quickly unfastened the seat

You deal with it

her

“Sabrina, I’m begging you.

I feel terrible,”

hands were hot to the touch.

were deep and warm, and Sabrina melted under his gaze. She bit her lower lip and had to look