Scars Of A Broken Bond

“I have no idea.” Sabrina, putting on a pretense of innocence, played along.

But her words were a deceit.

“Then, perhaps I should help you know.”

Tyrone, undeterred, took matters into his own hands. He gently tilted her head and leaned in to kiss her.

Their lips met, and a sensuous dance of breath began.

His kiss was fiery, commanding, and intense.

Sabrina’s eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, she struggled to catch her breath.

the only thing keeping her upright was her firm grip

by the river,

of sweat formed on the tip of her nose as

deepened, becoming an

onto her with increasing fervor, as though he wanted to

streetlight, their figures intertwined in

breathless, made a feeble attempt to push Tyrone away, but he lingered, gently running

Angela’s Library

eyes glistening with desire. When she looked up at Tyrone, her gaze

and he couldn’t resist the urge to grab her chin, tilting her

as their lips met again, and she found herself