Scars Of A Broken Bond

In her half-asleep state, she thought she heard a deep, ragged breath close to her ear.

Awakening, she realized the sound wasn't a figment of her dream, but came from Tyrone, lying next to her.

Under the soft glow of the moon, Sabrina turned to him, questioning, "Tyrone, aren't you sleeping?"

"No," Tyrone said in a raspy voice.

"Why are you blushing?" Sabrina asked as her hand moved to feel his forehead. It felt feverish.

"Tyrone, do you have a fever? Are you alright?" Sabrina sat upright instantly.

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Tyrone instinctively grabbed her hands, pressing them to his face. His eyes, heavy with desire, sought hers in the dark.

"I don't have a fever. Something's off with the soup I had earlier tonight."

The soup had likely been a tonic. Possibly with aphrodisiac effects.

Catching on, Sabrina questioned, "So... what do we do now?"

Tyrone rose, abruptly pushing her underneath him, their eyes locked.

Attempting to control himself, he frowned, beads of sweat visible on his forehead.

His breath was unnaturally warm.

After a moment's pause, Sabrina's arms wound around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at his nape as she murmured, "Be gentle."

With a determined look, Tyrone drew a deep breath, nestling his head in her neck.

Abruptly, he left the bed and moved swiftly to the bathroom. "Tyrone?"

"Just sleep. I need to shower."

Tyrone retreated to the bathroom and Sabrina could hear water shortly after.

Back in the bed, she was engulfed by a wave of embarrassment.

She had only wanted to alleviate his discomfort, but he didn't seem to appreciate it.

Rather than accepting her help, he chose to endure his situation, preferring a cold shower to preserve his loyalty to Galilea.

It had been her misguided hope.