As he reclined her seat, his expression changed to one of shock.
A stinging slap from Rosalynn had met his cheek.
Brianâs tall, rigid frame tensed.
His eyes snapped open to gaze upon the woman beneath him.
Shadows of raw desire and stark disbelief mingled in his deep gaze.
She had struck him!
Rosalynnâs breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling.
She shoved him aside, hastily straightening her disheveled attire.
âBrian, really? What is it that you see when you look at me? Iâm seeking a marriage of the soul, not one of mere physicality.
Your actions⦠they truly sicken me!â
With that, she swung the door open and departed.
Brianâs gaze followed her retreat as he compressed his lips, a thin Line of concern.
How could she find him disgusting?
What was her perception of him, really?
Without love, he would never have laid a hand on her.
Wasnât there a saying that even quarreling couples found solace in each otherâs arms?
Yet, she refused his touch!
Outside, the daylight waned, casting a soft glow that soon surrendered to dusk.
The riverside remained deserted, a silent witness to their confrontation.
Brian stared at the receding silhouette, his frustration boiling over as he slammed a fist onto the steering wheel.
He had intended to reconcile, to clear the air.
Instead, everything had escalated.
On the road, Rosalynnâs heels clicked slowly, her heart racing.
Taking deep breaths, she sought to regain her composure.
She scanned her surroundings, then pulled out her phone, hoping to book a ride- hailing service.
But her request went unanswered; the remoteness of their location thwarted her efforts.
It was all Brianâs fault! She muttered under her breath, damning Brian for stranding her in such a desolate place.
She was resigned to walk back.
Just then, a car sped toward her and halted abruptly nearby.