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.

the 20-year-old Rena in front of him, he was an

nestled against him, her dress a cascade of fabric

poignant moment, Waylen’s heart

he restored her attire, button by

against her skin,

cry,” he entreated, his words a balm to her

“I won’t overstep.

to distance herself, but Waylen’s grasp held her

actions were both protective and possessive,

grace, he retrieved a cigarette, a veil of

don’t want to be exposed to second-hand smoke,” said

distaste was palpable, her boldness manifesting as she took the cigarette

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