Tyrone glanced at the cold expression on Sabrina‘s face. He walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Do you mind?"

"Would it make a difference if I said I minded?" Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest.

“No, it wouldn't."

“Then why do you ask?"

Sabrina turned on her heels and disappeared into the kitchen.

As Tyrone watched her strut off, a smile crept across his face.

Sabrina had changed, but he couldn't help but find her newfound sassiness endearing.

After a brief moment, Sabrina emerged from the kitchen, holding a glass of water. Without a word, she placed it in front of Tyrone.

“Thank you." Tyrone Looked up at her with a smoldering gaze, hoping to catch her attention.

Ignoring him, Sabrina settled down to the side. She reached for her camera, eager to review the day's snapshots she had taken.

She was searching for inspiration for an upcoming photography competition. But so far, nothing had caught her eye.

With deep focus, she meticulously studied each of the pictures.

She suddenly felt a tingle on her left ear.

Sabrina absentmindedly scratched it and kept scrolling.

But then her right ear tingled as well, prompting her to rub it gently.

A peculiar sensation washed over her as her left ear tingled again, accompanied by a warmth that spread to her earlobes, causing them to blush.

A sense of unease crept into her consciousness, signaling something was amiss.

Sabrina sat up straight and turned around. She was startled to discover Tyrone behind her. He was Leaning against the back of the sofa, blowing a seductive breath into her ears.

A rush of heat surged through Sabrina's cheeks. Her face flushed in shock and exasperation. “Damn it, Tyrone! Are you out of your mind?"

Rarely one to swear, she found herself at a loss for words.