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 be

really

do?” Sabrina inquired, her brows knit in concern as she placed his phone nonchalantly

for a moment before suggesting, “Would it be possible for me to spend the

Sabrina’s refusal was immediate and

of Bettie discovering such an arrangement was simply too

disappointment that would cloud Bettie’s

but he halted

remaining was to share a bed, and he, unfortunately,

the onset of an irksome headache, extracted a

side,” she