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.

tempted to stroke

on her part was halted by his firm grip, as he pulled her

he trying to suffocate

wake up!” she

He didn’t awaken.

you don’t wake up,

Still, no response.

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

the point of arguing

atmosphere, she succumbed

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