Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina, exhaling another sigh of relief, eased herself onto the edge of the bed.

As the sound of running water emanated from the bathroom, Sabrina grew restless and uncertain about her actions. Her fingers idly flipped through a script.

She had resolved not to fall under Tyrone’s spell once more, to maintain a respectable distance. Yet…

Resigned, she reclined on the bed and silently lamented her predicament.

It seemed she had become ensnared in Tyrone’s wiles, with no discernible escape route in sight.

Despite her best efforts, there appeared to be no way out.

Abruptly, a voice from beyond the room interrupted her reverie.

you like some

and she altered her response, “I’ll fetch it myself

departure to her room, Sabrina made her way to the kitchen, her purpose a simple

still glistening

cascading languorously down his

him briefly, her head

some warm water for you.

acknowledged her offer and his fingers closed around

the act

rising and falling, a bead of water meandering from

and set the script