Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Tyrone lifted his gaze, swallowing audibly.

Fresh from her recent shower, Sabrina’s eyes glistened with moisture, her skin adorned with a rosy hue.

Sabrina frowned. What an extraordinary coincidence.

With a wary expression, Sabrina regarded Tyrone and issued a direct demand.

“Hand over your phone.”

Raising an eyebrow, Tyrone retrieved his phone from his coat in the hamper and passed it to Sabrina.

She made an effort to turn on the phone but it remained stubbornly unresponsive.

to

really a

brows knit in

suggesting, “Would it be possible for me to spend

was immediate

of Bettie discovering such an arrangement was simply too

vividly picture the disappointment that would

brief moment but he halted

option remaining was to share a bed, and he,

feeling the onset of an irksome headache, extracted a duvet from the cabinet and set up

this side,” she declared, positioning a pillow between