Brian glanced down at her.

"Don't tease me. You know you can't have sex right now."

A chuckle escaped Rosalynn.

Her gaze subtly darted towards a certain area as she questioned, "Are you uncomfortable?"

“What do you reckon?" Brian pinched her cheek.

"Honestly, would you appreciate it if I halted just as you were nearing the climax?"

That was a fair point.

Rosalynn gently prodded his firm pectorals, whispering, “I can satisfy you tonight."

Brian's eyes narrowed.

“Aren't you on your period? How exactly can you satisfy me?"

Inexplicably, Rosalynn's cheeks flushed a deep red. She extended her right hand and suggested, "I could use my hand."

Surveying her slender, fair hand, Brian's mind ignited with certain thoughts, making his breath hitch,

His intense gaze fixed on her as he questioned, "Why are you suddenly so eager to please me?”

Caught off guard, Rosalynn replied, “Didn't you mention feeling uncomfortable?"

Could it be?

Was she compensating for a transgression, assuaging guilt through her actions?

Brian suppressed his emotions, his thin lips pressed tightly together as he peered into her glistening eyes.

“The ginger soup is cooling down. Go drink it."

Releasing him, Rosalynn moved to the polished table and took a tentative sip of the ginger soup.

The spiciness of the brew almost induced a coughing fit.

“Honey, how much ginger and brown sugar did you add?"

In the midst of prepping the spaghetti, Brian glanced towards her upon hearing her query.