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.

only thing keeping

air by the river, Sabrina’s

formed on the tip of her nose as

an intense and passionate

though he wanted to meld her into

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

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

Angela’s Library

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

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

lips met again, and she found herself closely examining the