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.

alcohol, his

touched a chord

sleep-laden eyes gaze at her, she decided to lend

me help you to your room to sleep,

silent, his eyes fixed

his eyes that

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

arm onto her shoulders and assisted him

a

open the door to the bedroom and

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