As the weekend approached, the clock struck nine, signaling the impending close of their shared hours.

Rain cascaded from the heavens, a torrential dance upon the world outside.

Rena’s gaze lingered on the drenched scene beyond the window, her voice a mere whisper, laden with curiosity and Longing.

“It’s autumn.

Why is it still raining so heavily?”

In an instant, the sky responded, a bolt of lightning rending the darkness asunder.

Startled, Rena sought refuge in Waylen’s protective embrace.

He had taken a shower and now, his visage exuded a newfound vitality, and his essence imbued with a masculine allure.

The bathrobe dr@ped around his form was a testament to his casual confidence, its simple elegance only serving to amplify his presence.

Rena, ensconced against his chest, felt the rhythm of his heart, each beat a testament to the emotions that intertwined them.

of shyness dr@ped over Rena,

with emotion,

their warmth a balm against the uncertainties that lingered

can’t bear to see you leave,“

with her the weight of apprehension when it came to spending

her determination

his arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace, led them to the balcony that

brushing against her ear as he playfully whispered, “Do you have so Little faith in

and the sight of her delicate blush

Join &

desire was absent, but

he would

this dream, he yearned to

he retrieved his

was swift, and under Rena’s watchful gaze, he conveyed his

“Mr.

Gordon, this is Waylen.

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