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.

seemed to

it really

brows knit in concern as she placed his phone

possible for me to spend the night in the guest room, if

Sabrina’s refusal was

Bettie discovering such an arrangement was simply too

vividly picture the disappointment that would cloud Bettie’s

Tyrone pondered for a brief moment but he halted his words before they left his

viable option remaining was to share a bed, and he, unfortunately, remained

an irksome headache, extracted a duvet from the cabinet and set

this side,” she declared, positioning a

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