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

was halted by his firm grip, as he pulled

trying to

wake up!”

He didn’t awaken.

wake up,

Still, no response.

so uncooperative when you’re drunk? Why won’t you Let me go?” Rosalynn berated, her words falling on

point of arguing with an intoxicated

alcohol-Laden atmosphere, she succumbed to

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