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 his

was halted by his firm grip, as he pulled

trying

up!” she

He didn’t awaken.

don’t wake up,

Still, no response.

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

of

by the alcohol-Laden atmosphere, she succumbed to

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