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.

of alcohol, his icy demeanor thawed,

a chord in Rosalynn’s

at her, she decided to

to your room

eyes fixed on

in his eyes that

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

she hoisted his arm onto her

her, a silent acknowledgment of

pushing open the door to the

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