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

on her part was halted by his firm grip, as

trying to suffocate

wake up!” she

He didn’t awaken.

wake up, I’ll

Still, no response.

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

of arguing with

by the alcohol-Laden atmosphere, she

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