“I’m contemplating why I could be such a jerk. How could I leave a stunning lady like you alone for two years?”

Arching her brows, Rosalynn playfully jabbed his firm chest. “You really were a jerk.”

Brian chuckled, his hand gently brushing through her hair. He sighed, “It’s a shame. I left in such a huff, not knowing how many moments of happiness in bed I missed.”

Rosalynn was left speechless.

She pinched him, accustomed to his recurrent references to their intimacy.

Brian laughed, lowered his head, and pressed a gentle kiss. He murmured softly, “Tell me, how did you spend these past two years when I was away?”

attended classes, stayed at

the way. “What kept

“Writing, drawing…”

an expansive floor-to-ceiling window unveiled

become her sanctuary. A place to sit on the soft carpet, embracing the sunlight or channel her creativity

her by the window, cradling her in his arm, their shared imaginations unfolding before

the afternoons, she’d sit cross-legged on the plush carpet, clad in loose pajamas, her hair cascading gently over her shoulders as she sketched or tapped away

the glass, painted her delicate features in an ethereal glow,

inwardly, grappling with

years ago, threading his life into

could witness her evolution from the outset, an appreciation burgeoning into a gradual

story would unfold from the beginning,

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