She felt something firm pressing against her thigh.
Sabrina blushed. “Tyrone! You perverted man!”
“Who do you think you are? A hoodlum?”
Sabrina shifted slightly, trying to put some distance between her and Tyrone.
Closing the gap, Tyrone leaned in, murmuring, “You feel it too, don’t you?”
“Not at all! Sabrina objected. “Release me right now!”
“Oh really?” Tyrone murmured in response, his captivating voice dancing on Sabrina’s ear, almost entrancing her.
Sabrina refused to back down. She shook her head and said, ‘Absolutely not.’
A heavy silence enveloped Tyrone.
He remained silent, yet Sabrina grew anxious and tentatively tried to free herself.
Breaking the silence, Tyrone proposed, “How about I verify that?”
Sabrina widened her eyes and blurted, “Verify? How do you intend to?”
“Let’s make a bet on whether you feel anything. If I’m wrong, I’ll leave you be. If I win, you’ll have to follow my lead tonight. How does that sound?”
“No way! Why should I entertain such a bet?”
“You refuse because you felt something, huh?”
“It’s not about that. I just don’t want to engage in this bet with you.”
“Scared? This could be your perfect opportunity to push me away. Don’t you want that?”
“How many times have you promised not to pester me? Yet you always go back on your word. I can’t trust you anymore.”
Tyrone paused, taking in her words.
Well, perhaps the terms he proposed didn’t hold much appeal for her anymore.
“What if, on losing, I remain still tonight and you take charge? How about that?” Tyrone proposed.
Sabrina’s breath caught for a brief moment.