Brian quickly caught the pillow. Observing her rise to leave, he reached out, grasped her slender waist, and pulled her onto his lap.

She could feel his warmth.

As she sensed the powerful muscles in his thighs, Rosalynn’s cheeks flushed.

“Brian Hughes, let go of me! If you don't let go, I'll beat you up!"

Brian laughed, captured her, and whispered into her ear, "Are you genuinely angry? | mentioned your impure thoughts, but you wouldn't own up to them. | just wanted to apply the ointment for you! What were you thinking?"