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.

agreement, her heart fluttering with a mixture of

Waylen straightened her dress, his words tinged with

hide our relationship,” he entreated, his earnest plea painting a

darted into the

solitude, Waylen’s gaze remained

impatience gnawed at

brimming with a yearning to bridge the

connection had sparked swiftly between them, yet his task

in this dream so

to finding the opportunity

him

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

deeply, thoughts swirling as he mulled over

caught sight

two familiar faces Locked

as

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