“Indeed, I did! I went downstairs to deliver breakfast to Rosalynn and found her emerging from Brian's residence," Maggie confessed, making her way to the closet to retrieve her clothes. A thought seemed to strike her, and she mumbled, "It's peculiar, though. Why does he live across from Rosalynn's place?"

Sanford swung his legs over the side of the bed, padding over to her.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close.

“Probably because he's envious of me, getting to live with you every day. So, he bought the apartment opposite to Rosalynn's. Gives him a reason to visit her daily.”

He planted a soft kiss on her neck. Maggie squirmed, a giggle escaping her lips.

Sanford spun her around, his eyes smoldering with unspoken desire.

“Has your mother's health improved?"

"Yes, she's much better. She's been discharged from the hospital,"

Maggie replied, her mind drifting to her family.

But she shook off her thoughts, bringing herself back to the present.

“I'll change into fresh clothes and then head downstairs to join Rosalynn for breakfast."

“Can I have some food?" Sanford teased, pulling her closer, his intentions clear.

"I did get plenty of food. I just thought you might not enjoy it,"

Maggie responded, her eyes fluttering shyly.

He could be so clingy at times

“I'm not particularly hungry for breakfast," Sanford confessed, Lifting her chin with his fingers.

"I'd rather spend the morning with you."

Maggie complained, “Sanford, enough with the games. I'm running late for work.”

“Alright, but first, you owe me some attention,” he demanded, a playful glint in his eyes.

Maggie was left with no choice but to give in to his whims.

Meanwhile, Rosalynn had freshened up and was seated at the dining table, eagerly awaiting Maggie's arrival.

Finally, twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.