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.

20-year-old Rena in front of him, he was an enigma, yet still a stranger

the girl nestled against him, her dress a cascade

this poignant moment, Waylen’s

care, he restored her attire, button by

lips brushed against her skin,

he entreated, his words a balm

“I won’t overstep.

but Waylen’s grasp held

were both protective and possessive,

cigarette, a veil of smoke curling around his

exposed to second-hand

was palpable, her boldness manifesting as

proved an amusing challenge She looked

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