“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 offered

any ideas,” Sabrina retorted,

redness

a minor scrape,” Tyrone

returned the ointment

minor scrape, you say? Then there’s

away. He retrieved it and

with one of hers while gently administering the ointment with a cotton swab

to behold Sabrina, who was focused on her task, her head bent low. His own eyes Lowered, harboring a complex

more caring, could he have prevented her affections

couldn’t turn back the hands

broach the topic of her father’s

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