Chapter: 77
Finally, the water stopped running.

Then came the hum of the hairdryer.

Soon, that too ceased.

Stepping out of the bathroom in her pajamas, Sabrina was taken aback by Tyrone's presence by the bed. “What are you doing here? Why didn't you freshen up?"

Tyrone, his gaze fixed on Sabrina, pointed at the door, his voice husky. "The door's been locked from the outside."

Sabrina motioned to the bathroom and stated, "I'm done. You can freshen up now."

Tyrone grabbed his sleepwear and made his way into the bathroom.

The scent of the body wash lingered in the air.

It was identical to Sabrina's personal fragrance.

The scent engulfed his senses and left his mind in a state of turmoil.

Tyrone's body temperature began to rise. He shut his eyes, unable to resist recollections of their previous intimate moments.

Meanwhile, Sabrina sat on the bed, absorbed by her phone. As she got ready to go to sleep, she noticed the prolonged silence in the bathroom. There was no sound of running water.

Raising an eyebrow, Sabrina peeled back the covers and got out of bed.

Approaching the bathroom door, she could faintly discern heavy breaths from within.

A moment later, the realization hit Sabrina. Flushed, she quickly retreated to the bed.

After a while, water began to run, continuing until Tyrone emerged from the bathroom.

She sensed his return to the bed.

Shortly after, she slipped into sleep.

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.

Her hands were cold.
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