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.

nodded in agreement, her heart fluttering with

touch, Waylen straightened her dress, his

earnest plea painting

haste, Rena quickly darted into

in solitude, Waylen’s

own impatience

stretched on, brimming with a

between them, yet his task remained

this dream so that

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

made him

cigarette found its way into Waylen’s hand,

as he mulled over their complex

gaze caught sight

darkness, two familiar faces

features as he caught side of

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