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 stroke

his firm grip, as he pulled her closer

he trying to suffocate

up!”

He didn’t awaken.

you don’t wake up, I’ll

Still, no response.

uncooperative when you’re drunk? Why won’t you Let me

the point of arguing

the alcohol-Laden atmosphere, she succumbed

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