As Sabrina snuggled back, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

With a jolt, she sat up and whipped around, her teeth gritting in frustration. "Tyrone!"

“Mm? What's wrong?" Tyrone asked, sending shivers down Sabrina‘s spine.

It felt like an electric current surged through her unexpectedly, leaving her limbs Limp and numb.

Outside the window, fireworks flickered, casting fleeting illumination into the dark room.

As Sabrina rolled over, she observed Tyrone's tantalizing Adam's apple and chiseled jawline.

Frozen for a moment, she took a deep breath to compose herself. "Why are you on my side of the bed?" Shock etched her words.

Groggy, Tyrone squinted and scratched his head, trying to understand what was happening. “Am I?" he mumbled.

Sabrina pulled the quilt up to her chest. "You are! Open your eyes and look!"

But as she was grilling Tyrone, she suddenly stopped, her eyes widening in surprise.

Staring at the quilt in her hand, Sabrina was stunned.

The quilt seemed to be Tyrone's!

She glanced around and noticed her quilt crumpled on the floor beside the bed.

At that moment, Sabrina was shocked and didn't know what to say.

Tyrone rolled over onto his back, his head resting on his arm. With a faint smile, he gazed up at Sabrina and asked, “What are you looking at?"

She hesitated for a moment before replying, “Nothing.”

Getting out of bed silently, Sabrina picked her quilt up from the floor.

Tyrone chuckled.

Her ears burned, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she grew increasingly embarrassed and ashamed.

Unable to restrain herself, she lightly hit Tyrone. "It's not funny!"