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.

the influence of alcohol, his

touched a chord in Rosalynn’s

gaze at her,

you to your room to sleep,

eyes fixed on

feeling in his eyes that resembled a man

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

eyes, she hoisted his arm onto her shoulders

leaned heavily against her, a silent acknowledgment

the door to the bedroom and guiding him to the

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