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.

beneath her, and the only thing keeping her upright was her firm

night air by the river,

of sweat formed on the tip of her nose as their

deepened, becoming an intense

increasing fervor, as though he wanted to meld her into his

glow of a nearby streetlight, their

away, but he lingered, gently running

Angela’s Library

and her eyes glistening with desire. When

grab

lips met again, and she found herself closely examining