What?

Rosalynn froze, nearly colliding with his chest.

His handsome face bore a teasing smile.

Her heart fluttered, and she took a step back, asking, “When did I sleep with you?"

“Whose apartment is this?" Brian closed the gap between them, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he studied her flushed face.

“Yours.” Avoiding his gaze, Rosalynn stepped back.

"So, you came to my place and shared my bed while I was drunk." Brian's words were laced with a mischievous grin.

Rosalynn rolled her eyes.

“Brian Hughes—"

Her sentence was cut short as she stumbled backward, colliding with the edge of the bed.

Instinctively reaching out for support, she ended up pulling Brian with her onto the bed.

Their eyes met. Rosalynn was shocked, while Brian sported a playful smile.

“Rosalynn, I know you're fond of me. Here's your chance."

Brian's voice was playful, but his eyes held a serious glint.

Rosalynn's heart pounded.

She was engulfed in his enticing scent.

With a hard shove, she pushed him away, her ears flaming.

“Stop making assumptions. Why would you think I like you? You're such a narcissist!"

"What did I say that was incorrect? Didn't you come to my place and sleep in my bed?"

Brian arched an eyebrow, casually picking out a set of clothes from the wardrobe.

“Sanford asked me to prepare hot soup for you. I simply agreed out of kindness," Rosalynn explained.

“Really? Didn't you willingly sleep in my bed?" Brian untied his towel, preparing to dress.