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.

to

his

he trying to

up!”

He didn’t awaken.

if you don’t wake

Still, no response.

Why won’t you Let me go?” Rosalynn berated, her words falling

of arguing with

alcohol-Laden atmosphere, she

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