“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 home, or visited

the

“Writing, drawing…”

third-floor living room, where an expansive floor-to-ceiling window unveiled the

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

window, cradling her in his arm, their shared

in loose pajamas, her hair cascading gently

sunlight, streaming through the glass, painted her delicate features in an ethereal glow, akin to a masterpiece crafted by a

sighed inwardly, grappling with

two years

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

the beginning,

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