Brian's eyes slowly fluttered open, a smile gracing his lips as he looked at the peaceful form of Rosalynn nestled in his arms.

Wasn't she supposed to bite him?

The following morning, as Rosalynn stirred awake, she instinctively reached for her phone on the bed.

Finding nothing, she opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room, momentarily disoriented.

As realization dawned, she remembered sleeping in Brian's apartment.

A wave of panic washed over her as she hastily checked herself under the covers.

Relief flooded her when she found herself in her pajamas, untouched.

Thankfully, Brian had merely held her throughout the night without crossing any boundaries.

The sound of running water reached her ears, and glancing to the bathroom, she froze.

Was Brian taking a shower?

Why had she fallen asleep in his arms?

Rosalynn decided to make a quick exit before Brian emerged, to avoid the impending embarrassment.

However, just as she was about to reach the door, the bathroom door swung open.

Brian stood clad only in a bath towel, drying his damp hair with another.

His chest muscles were impressively defined.

He boasted a chiseled abdomen, a slender waist, and broad shoulders.

Undeniably, his physique was exquisite.

Coupled with his prowess in intimate affairs, certain memories began to flit through Rosalynn's mind.

Flushing, she quickly averted her eyes.

"I'm leaving," she said.

Brian, however, stepped forward, blocking her path

“Planning to sneak off after spending the night with me?"