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.

heart fluttering with a mixture of

tender touch, Waylen straightened her

earnest plea painting a blush across

quickly darted into the embrace

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

own impatience

on, brimming with a yearning

between

this dream so

now, he wasn’t close to finding the opportunity to

him

new cigarette found its way into Waylen’s hand, the tip igniting with

thoughts swirling as he

departing, Waylen’s gaze caught sight

the darkness, two familiar faces Locked in an

features as he caught

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