He was the one who had expended the energy, yet it was she who bore the brunt of the exhaustion.

“I know I'm good-looking. There's no need to stare," Brian remarked, lifting his gaze to her with a mild smile.

Jolted back to reality, Rosalynn moved to pour herself a glass of water.

"Don't flatter yourself. I was merely wondering how many performance-enhancers you consumed Last night," she retorted.

Her throat was parched and her voice was raspy. Rosalynn coughed slightly, downing a full glass of water to quench her thirst.