Drained of strength, Sabrina could hardly stand on her own. She nestled into Tyrones embrace, her flushed face gasping for air.
Tyrone, sensing her tremors, gently asked, How do you feel? Feeling any better?
Nestled in his comforting embrace, Sabrina didnt want to break free.
Like a kitten, she purred a soft Yes in response.
Supporting her, Tyrone allowed her to sit on his lap.
Understanding his intentions, Sabrina squirmed, saying, No, you cant.
She was in no condition for such intimate relations, especially with their baby in mind.
But we can take it slow, we dont have work tomorrow, Tyrone reasoned.
Two months without sx was taking a toll on him.
Plus, his recent efforts to help her relax had only increased his longing for her.
Sabrina found it hard to resist him, just then a knock on the door provided a momentary distraction.
Breathing deeply, she gently pushed him aside. Answer the door.
Cursing under his breath, Tyrone groaned. Of all the times, their dinner had to be delivered now.
Wrapping himself in his bathrobe, he fetched their meal from the door.
Laying out the extravagant dinner by the hot spring pool table, Tyrone watched as Sabrina relaxed in the warm waters, thoroughly enjoying her meal.
Once she finished her dinner, she rose from the hot spring pool, clad in a bath towel, and declared, Im heading back. You can have the rest.
Tyrones mood soured at her departure.
After Sabrina left, he ate a bit more, exited the hot spring and tidied the pools edge.
Back in the living room, Tyrone found a phone on the sofa. Just as he was about to switch it on, he realized it was Sabrinas, not his.
Unlocking the phone, he noticed what she had been reading before.
Two clicks in, he froze.
It was a post from Galilea from the previous night, expressing appreciation. Grateful for your company in the early morning.
A quick click on the attached photo, and he recognized his own hand.