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

night air by the river, Sabrina’s

sweat formed on the tip of her nose as

an intense

as though he wanted to

the soft glow of a nearby streetlight, their figures intertwined in

he lingered, gently running his tongue over hers before

Angela’s Library

and her eyes glistening with desire.

resist the urge to grab

murmured as their lips met again, and she found herself closely examining the dark lashes that framed Tyrone’s