When Sabrina turned her head away, Tyrone had no choice but to hold her chin in place, all the while working to remove her makeup.

Never before had he served another in such a way.

His task completed, he took a moment to admire her sleeping form.

Her eyes closed, framed by a lush set of lashes.

Her skin was fair and delicate, devoid of any visible pores except for a few tiny hairs.