Brianâs spirits were high, as Rosalynn held back her sharp tongue.
He drew closer once more, planting a kiss upon her Lips.
âYour mouth tastes incredibly sweet.
What have you been eating?â
His desire to continue their kisses grew stronger.
âIsnât it obvious what I ate?â Rosalynnâs response came with a sharp tone.
With a grin, Brian responded, âCertainly, weâve shared the same meal.
Do you find my lips just as sweet?â
Rosalynn suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, her patience wearing thin.
âNo.
Now let me go.
â
âIâd rather savor your sweetness further, Brian declared, kissing her once again.
Lyndon, witnessing their exchange, found the congee in his mouth to be utterly unpalatable.
He set the bowl aside with a cough.
At the sound, Rosalynn shot Brian a withering look and attempted to push him away, yet Brianâs embrace remained firm.
âWhy the cough, Lyndon? Something stuck in your throat? The tissueâs right there.
Help yourself,â Brian said, unfazed.
Lyndon merely wiped his mouth, his gaze fixed on Brian, too stunned for words.
âDonât gaze at me so fondly.
Itâs clear as day.
Iâm straight,â Brian teased, a smile playing on his lips.
Lyndon, left speechless, found his intent to repulse Brian had backfired, leaving him the one repelled.
âItâs time you go.
Iâm tired,â Lyndon declared, no longer able to stomach their affectionate display.
Brianâs smile widened, pleased by the dismissal.
âSure, just call if you need anything.
â
Lyndon cast a quick look in his direction.
Rosalynn, still in Brianâs grasp, chimed in, âIâll drop by tonight.
â
Lyndonâs eyes softened at her.
âNo need.
The caregiverâs here.
You neednât bother.
Donât tire yourself.
â
âIâm not tired,â Rosalynn replied.