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.

and the only thing keeping her

river, Sabrina’s body burned with a passionate

formed on the tip of

becoming an

as though

soft glow of a nearby streetlight, their figures intertwined in an intimate

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

Angela’s Library

with desire.

grab her chin, tilting her

found herself closely examining the dark