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 stroke his

his firm grip, as

trying

wake up!” she

He didn’t awaken.

you don’t wake up, I’ll bite

Still, no response.

Let me go?” Rosalynn berated,

of arguing with an intoxicated

the alcohol-Laden atmosphere,

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