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 his

her part was halted by his firm grip, as he

he trying to suffocate

up!”

He didn’t awaken.

you don’t wake up,

Still, no response.

you’re drunk? Why won’t you Let me

of arguing with an

by the alcohol-Laden atmosphere, she

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