Her head nestled against his shoulder, her fingers pressing against his hand.

“Don’t touch me,” she implored, her voice tinged with fragile resolve.

Though her emotions ran deep, Rena’s clarity remained.

They were new to each other, a connection blossoming amidst the delicate petals of affection.

To her, their shared embraces and ki*ses held a world of their own, needing no further exploration.

A fragile sigh escaped her Lips, the delicate notes tinged with sorrow Tears welled in her eyes, emotions brimming to the surface.

Waylen’s own turmoil subsided, sanity reclaiming its throne.

He was being irrational.

In his heart, Rena was his wife and they had had countless intimate encounters.

But he realized the chasm between them, a gap only time could bridge.

he was an enigma, yet

nestled against him, her dress

poignant moment,

care, he restored her attire, button by button, a

brushed against her skin, a whisper

his words a

“I won’t overstep.

but Waylen’s grasp held her

actions were both protective and possessive, a dichotomy she struggled to

cigarette, a veil of smoke curling around

exposed to second-hand smoke,” said Rena in

boldness manifesting as she took

proved an amusing challenge

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