“Are you still mad? Come on, smile for me."

With a furrowed brow, Rosalynn shot him a glare, retorting sharply, “Back off, Brian."

Undeterred by her words, Brian leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

Caught off guard, she pushed him away, rebuking him, “We're in public, Brian. Behave."

“Then give me a smile," he teased.

Rosalynn's gaze fell to his chest, her breath hitching slightly.

“Look at your shirt, Brian. How can I smile? What were you doing in the car?"

His dark eyes Locked onto hers as he said solemnly, “Sweetheart, do you see how I feel now? Can you imagine my anger when I found out about your night out with Barlow?"

Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.

The chime of the elevator sounded as it halted on their floor. Rosalynn didn't wait; she shed Brian's hold and dashed out of the silver doors.

Behind her, Brian's brow creased in regret for his recent words.

Bounding after her, he caught up as she neared their apartment door. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around, and leaned her against the cool wall.

“Love, you need to trust me, the same way I trust that nothing happened between you and Barlow."

A whirlwind of emotions raged within Rosalynn.

She understood Brian's discomfort with her night out with Barlow. Yet, she and Barlow were nothing more than friends.

To Brian, Selina and Barlow were two sides of the same coin; but Selina harbored feelings for him, unlike Barlow for her. Alas, she had no words to explain.

Struggling to maintain her composure, she shifted her gaze to the rumpled fabric of his shirt.

“I trust you, but it doesn't make me any less upset.”

Following her gaze to his shirt, a chuckle escaped Brian's lips.

"Well, if it's causing all this unhappiness, why don‘t you just take it off?"

Startled, Rosalynn met his amused gaze.

“You mean now?"