“Aside from your face, are there any other wounds on your back?”

“Well… Yes,” Tyrone admitted after pausing for a second. “Where?” Sabrina found herself scanning Tyrone up and down involuntarily.

Tyrone took Sabrina’s delicate hand in his, placing it gently against his chest. He locked his gaze onto hers and confessed, “Here. The wound, it’s right here and only you can heal it…”

Sabrina was rendered speechless, her hand quickly retreating from his grasp. “Tyrone, shame on you.”

Unexpectedly, Sabrina grasped Tyrone’s hand

“What’s this? Have you had a change of heart?

eyebrow and

changing my mind, so don’t get any ideas,” Sabrina retorted,

noticing that the back of his hand exhibited redness and swelling

merely a minor scrape,” Tyrone

huffed and returned the ointment to its

Then there’s

interjected swiftly, preventing her from putting the ointment away. He retrieved

direction, securing his hand with one of hers while gently administering the ointment with

task, her head bent low. His own eyes

attentive, more caring, could he have prevented her affections from straying toward

couldn’t turn back the

broach the topic

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