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.

seemed to be

it really a

brows knit in concern as she placed his phone nonchalantly on the

moment before suggesting, “Would it be possible for me to spend the night in the guest room, if you don’t

refusal was immediate and

Bettie discovering such an arrangement

the disappointment that would cloud

pondered for a brief moment but he halted his words

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

feeling the onset of an irksome headache, extracted a duvet from the

take this side,” she declared, positioning a pillow