In the Name of Love
Rosa, draped across him, had her arms wrapped around his neck, leaning in to kiss him with the kind of intimate abandon that left no room for others.
Byron's eyes shifted toward the door as I entered, his dark gaze flickering with something that resembled satisfaction.
He patted Rosa's arm, and she immediately slid off him, sitting on the side with an air of practiced indifference.
"It's 11:10 PM. You're ten minutes late."
Byron extended his hand, glancing at his wristwatch.
I lowered my head, muttering quietly, "Bibi had a fever. I went to get her some ice cream."