He was backlit, obscuring his facial expressions in the darkness.

“How so?"

"Just sit tight.”

Tyrone kneeled in front of Sabrina, placed his large hand on her leg and started tracing a path up her skin.

His palm was warm, slowly caressing her.

A tingle shot through her, making her body shiver and her lower Lip to be captured between her teeth.

Tyrone studied her reactions, Lifting the hem of her dress.

"Wait..." She halted him.

They'd just had a spat, and now he intended to sleep with her? What was she to him?

Did he honestly believe she would forgive so easily?

Sabrina voiced her dejection. "I don't feel like it tonight. I'm weary."

"Really?" Matching her gaze, Tyrone drew back his hand and rose.

Her gaze on him was icy as she Lowered her eyes and shut her legs.

Tyrone made his exit.

Sabrina found herself clutching the hem of her dress. Her lips parted but no words escaped.

Suddenly, the sound of running water reached her ears from the bathroom.

Looking up, Sabrina noticed the bathroom door ajar, and it hit her that Tyrone hadn't left, but rather had gone to the bathroom.

Soon, Tyrone emerged, drying his hands, his eyes on Sabrina.

She instantly cast her eyes downward.

A smile played on Tyrone's lips as he again knelt before Sabrina. "I've freshened up."