After all, she was only 20 years old in this dream.

Waylen took a deliberate drag from the cigarette, the ember casting a fleeting glow in the dark.

With the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, he extinguished it with a purposeful tap.

“Do you Like me?” He inquired, his gaze now directed downward.

Rena clung to her silence, steadfastly refusing to voice her feelings.

How could she dare to speak such vulnerable words?

Waylen respected her decision, his arms cocooning her within their reassuring embrace.

ki*ses rained down upon her, a symphony of affection that seemed to bridge their worlds.

A gentle pat on her backside signaled their impending departure.

“Go back now.

Mr.

Gordon might be worried.

her heart fluttering with a mixture of reluctance and

a tender touch, Waylen straightened her

his earnest plea painting

car with haste, Rena quickly darted into the embrace of the waiting

the engine hummed in solitude, Waylen’s gaze remained Locked on

own impatience

a

connection had sparked swiftly between

in this dream so

wasn’t close to finding the opportunity to complete his

him

way into Waylen’s hand, the

deeply, thoughts swirling as he mulled over their complex

Waylen’s gaze caught sight of a commotion

materialized from the darkness, two familiar faces Locked in

as he caught

&

was Harold and

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