Aches and soreness coursed through her body, reminding her of the passionate events from the night before.

Maggie's cheeks flushed at the thought of Sanford.

She was grateful that she had bumped into him last night. Otherwise, she couldn't imagine what might have happened.

Maggie bit her lip and ventured out of the bedroom.

In the living room, Rosalynn hastily grabbed her bag, preparing to leave for work.

Upon seeing Maggie emerge from her room, she rushed to her side, concern etched on her face.

“Maggie, you're awake.”

“Hey, Rosalynn," Maggie greeted her, her embarrassment palpable.

Rosalynn gently guided her to the sofa.

“Are you okay?" she asked.

Maggie managed a nod.

“How did I end up back here last night?"

Her memory was hazy; all she could recall was her pestering Sanford for sex.

Their night together had been a whirlwind, only ending when exhaustion finally claimed them both.

When she awoke, Maggie found herself back in the apartment.

"Sanford brought you home," Rosalynn explained in a gentle tone.

Noticing the shy expression on Maggie's face, she added softly, "I've heard about what happened last night. What do you think of it?"

Maggie's gaze fell to the floor.

“To be honest, I want to thank him. If it weren't for him, I can't even imagine what could have happened to me."

Rosalynn furrowed her brow.

“You want to thank him? But he took advantage of you!"

“No, he didn't. He wanted to take me to the hospital, but I couldn't hold back any Longer and kept pushing him to do it with me," Maggie explained, defending Sanford.