After the divorce, she always addressed him as her brother. Only in moments like these would she refer to him as Tyrone, as if their divorce hadn't happened.

"I'm so hot. Hurry up..." she murmured, tearing at his shirt.

For her, Tyrone was salvation.

Tyrone's mind went blank, and his blood started to heat up.

His throat bobbed with nervousness, and his forehead glistened with sweat. He clasped Sabrina's hand firmly and assured, "Hang in there, Sabrina. We're almost at the hospital."

"I don't feel good. Can you help me?" Sabrina wept, on the verge of tears.

Tyrone's torment was both physical and emotional.

He closed his eyes, feeling torn inside.

Suddenly, Sabrina wrapped her arms around his shoulder and bit his Lip.

Tyrone dodged, and she bit his neck instead.

Unable to resist any longer, he grasped her chin and kissed her, his other hand venturing under her dress...

"Tyrone..." Sabrina's eyes were closed as she wrapped her arms around Tyrone's neck, responding with passion.

Lost in the embrace, Tyrone's tongue slowly entered Sabrina's mouth.

His eyes, filled with restrained desire, lowered to meet hers, and he adjusted the tempo of his caresses.

Sabrina's eyes narrowed, her face glowing red. Opening her moist, red Lips, she let out a moan.

Tyrone placed a hand over her lips to silence her, causing Sabrina to furrow her brow.

She closed her eyes and her breathing became more rapid, her moans softer.

Suddenly, her body tensed, her face flushed, and she was overcome with such joy that she went limp. Her arms fell weakly from Tyrone's neck, and she nearly collapsed.

Catching her in time, Tyrone wiped her dress clean and asked, his voice hoarse, "Sabrina, do you feel better now?"

Resting against his chest, Sabrina kept her eyes closed and did not reply, appearing to be asleep.