He gently unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the back door, and leaned in.

Beneath the moonlight, he could only see Sabrina's lovely sleeping face.

Her lips were flushed, her faint smile suggesting a joyful dream.

If only she could always be his.

Tyrone delicately brushed Sabrina's lips with his finger, silently admiring her for a lingering moment. He then carefully lifted her from the car and carried her into the hotel.