Rosalynn’s brow furrowed as her heart pounded against her ribcage.

Another attempt to push him away proved futile.

Was he mistaking her for a pillow?

With a resigned sigh, Rosalynn Lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

His breath tickled her ear.

She turned her head slightly, taking in his handsome, albeit placid, face.

was tempted to

his firm grip, as

he trying to suffocate

wake up!” she

He didn’t awaken.

if you don’t wake up, I’ll bite

Still, no response.

you’re drunk? Why won’t you Let me go?” Rosalynn berated, her words falling on deaf ears as Brian, presumably

was the point of arguing

alcohol-Laden atmosphere,

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