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 reluctance

touch, Waylen straightened her

our relationship,” he entreated, his earnest

quickly darted into the

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

own impatience gnawed

stretched on, brimming with a

connection had sparked swiftly between

must suffer for Rena in this dream so that he could

finding the opportunity to complete

made him a little

into Waylen’s

deeply, thoughts swirling as he mulled over their complex

gaze caught sight of

darkness, two familiar faces Locked in an intense

as

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