What was he implying? She was utterly confused.

The room descended into silence.

Rosalynn turned her attention to Brian, sprawled inebriated on the couch. Setting aside the ingredients, she bent over and gently patted his face.

“Hey, wake up. The bed would be far more comfortable.”

Brian’s eyes fluttered open, their soft gaze captivating under the gentle illumination.

Brian was undeniably aloof and haughty when he was sober.

influence of alcohol, his icy demeanor thawed,

a chord in

gaze at her, she decided to lend

me help you to your

his eyes fixed on

of feeling in his eyes that resembled a man

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

averting her eyes, she hoisted his arm onto her shoulders and

against her, a silent

so heavy!” Rosalynn complained, pushing open the door to the bedroom

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