Rosalynn pondered his words.

Had she unwittingly sought him out in her sleep?

Glancing down, she noted her pajamas intact, her body bereft of any unfamiliar sensations.

It seemed nothing had occurred between them.

Brian leaned in, whispering, “AlL through the night, you clung to me, your gestures hinting at desires unspoken. Didn’t you once say intimacy stems from love? So, you must love me, right?”

Rosalynn was rendered speechless.

Then, with a swift move, Brian was atop her, his gaze fixed on her loveliness. His fingers traced her skin, whispering, “Our marriage has been a fusion of soul and physicality, hasn’t it?”

had asked him whether they aligned more on an emotional or physical

to her senses, yet still caught in his morning flirtations, Rosalynn knew his antics were intentional. Despite this, she felt

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

been correct. Brian’s eloquence

not resisting

chin, his face inching

about to meet, the abrupt ring of

her head, skillfully avoiding

“Back off. I’m suffocating.”

consider strategies to shake off this streak

not peculiar that each attempt to be intimate with

over to fetch Rosalynn’s phone from the nightstand. Seizing the phone with a scowl, his dark

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