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

halted by his firm grip, as he pulled

he trying

wake up!” she

He didn’t awaken.

wake up, I’ll bite

Still, no response.

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

was the point of arguing

atmosphere,

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