Tyrones heart swelled with joy as he observed Sabrinas retreat. He squinted, fixating on her receding figure, then decisively closed the gap between them.
Sabrinas cheeks grew increasingly warm, and her pace quickened.
As Tyrone drew near, she found herself almost breaking into a trot.
Her gaze remained fixed on the ground, noticing how his shadow gradually merged with hers, causing her heart to skip a beat. In a sudden burst of nervous energy, she darted away, maintaining a cautious distance from Tyrone.
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Tyrone, sporting a playful smile and an air of determination, soon caught up with Sabrina. In a swift move, he caught her wrist, gently pulling her into his embrace, his eyes locking onto hers.
Why are you running? he asked with a hint of curiosity.
Sabrina, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment, replied by lightly pushing his shoulder.
Why are you chasing after me? Sabrina countered.
Tyrone raised an eyebrow, his smile growing more pronounced.
Then why am I chasing after you?
I have no idea. Sabrina, putting on a pretense of innocence, played along.
But her words were a deceit.
Then, perhaps I should help you know.
Tyrone, undeterred, took matters into his own hands. He gently tilted her head and leaned in to kis her.
Their lips met, and a sensuous dance of breath began.
His kis was fiery, commanding, and intense.
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Sabrinas eyelids fluttered, and for a moment, she struggled to catch her breath.
Her legs trembled beneath her, and the only thing keeping her upright was her firm grip on his collar.
Despite the cold night air by the river, Sabrinas body burned with a passionate heat.
Tiny beads of sweat formed on the tip of her nose as their embrace continued.
Tyrones kis deepened, becoming an intense and passionate embrace.
He held onto her with increasing fervor, as though he wanted to meld her into his very being.
Beneath the soft glow of a nearby streetlight, their figures intertwined in an intimate dance.
Sabrina, breathless, made a feeble attempt to push Tyrone away, but he lingered, gently running his tongue over hers before finally why am I chasing after you?