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

his firm grip, as

he trying

wake up!”

He didn’t awaken.

if you don’t wake up, I’ll bite

Still, no response.

when you’re drunk? Why won’t you Let me go?” Rosalynn berated, her words falling on deaf ears as Brian, presumably asleep, continued to hold

was the point of arguing with

by the alcohol-Laden atmosphere, she

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