“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?”

was quite routine mostly. I either attended classes, stayed at home,

her, leading the

“Writing, drawing…”

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

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

the window, cradling her in his

in loose pajamas, her

her delicate features in an

grappling with regret once

two years ago,

an

unfold from the beginning, blessed with more companionship than

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