Tyrone instinctively grabbed her hands, pressing them to his face. His eyes, heavy with desire, sought hers in the dark.

"I don't have a fever. Something's off with the soup I had earlier tonight."

The soup had Likely been a tonic. Possibly with aphrodisiac effects.

Catching on, Sabrina questioned, "So... what do we do now?"

Tyrone rose, abruptly pushing her underneath him, their eyes locked.