As she stood, dizziness overcame her, and she hastily steadied herself with her hands on the table.
Tyrone immediately supported her. As he drew close, he inhaled the familiar scent of her hair. Ill drive you back.
No need.
Worried I might try something?
Would you? Sabrinas dizziness and a blush provoked her sudden inquiry.
Tyrone, momentarily stunned, remained silent.
Sabrina then exited, rubbing her head.
After settling the bill swiftly, Tyrone followed Sabrina and escorted her from the restaurant.
Sabrina, you are drunk. Allow me to drive you.
Sabrina, aware of her incapacity to return to the hotel alone, conceded. Tyrone guided her to the back seat.
He then started the car, glancing at Sabrina through the rearview mirror. If you feel tired, rest.
Alright, Sabrina leaned back, replying in a lazy tone.
After the winter wines warmth spread through her, she felt relaxed and snug.
Though initially lively, Sabrina grew drowsy as she gazed out the window. Her eyes closed, and sleep soon overtook her.
When Tyrone parked, Sabrina was already asleep.
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He gently unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the back door, and leaned in.
Beneath the moonlight, he could only see Sabrinas lovely sleeping face.
Her lips were flushed, her faint smile suggesting a joyful dream.
If only she could always be his.
Tyrone delicately brushed Sabrinas lips with his finger, silently admiring her for a lingering moment. He then carefully lifted her from the car and carried her into the hotel.
After gently placing Sabrina on the bed, Tyrone knelt to remove her boots and socks, revealing her soft, pale feet. Her rounded, adorable toes tempted him to pinch them before he tucked her in.
He helped her in removing her down jacket and wiped her face and makeup with warm water.
Suddenly, the hotel room door flew open, and Betties astonished voice rang out. Tyrone? What are you doing here? Why?
She rushed over and interrogated, What have you done to Sabrina?