Rosalynn held his gaze as she walked to him.

"There is nothing between us."

"Then why did you spend an entire night at the club?"

Stopping right in front of him, Rosalynn said, "I can't tell you."

Brian's eyes narrowed as he pressed, “Why can't you tell me?"

With clear eyes, Rosalynn held his gaze.

“Brian, do you trust me?"

Brian met her gaze, his expression unreadable.

Without a word, he reached out, pulling her into his embrace.

"If you wish for my trust, Let me confirm it for myself first!"

In an instant, his lips claimed hers, his fingers tracing a path across her body.

The sunlight streaming through the window bathed the room in a warm glow.

Taken aback by his sudden ardor, Rosalynn pulled away, asking, "Brian, what are you trying to do?

As he straightened up, his eyes held the depth of an endless abyss.

“Do you refuse? Is it because of Barlow?"

His jealousy was palpable.

Inwardly sighing, Rosalynn gently cradled his chiseled face, leaning in to kiss him.

It wasn't the action she had objections to, it was the timing. The daylight just didn't seem right.

Her kiss Landed on his face, a tender, Loving brush of her Lips against his.

She could hear his breath hitch in response.

In the blink of an eye, the dynamics shifted. He reciprocated her kiss with fervor, his arms snaking around her slender waist, smoothly guiding her to the sofa.

Men often had the upper hand in sex.