Waylen turned to face her and softly stated, “Sit on my lap."

Upon hearing his words, a blush colored Rena's cheeks.

Her mind went blank, never expecting him to make such a request.

Waylen did not press her, instead, he observed her intently.

Her dress, crafted from silk, gracefully adorned her figure, reaching just above her knees.

Her legs, supple and delicate, captivated Waylen's attention.

Although he hadn't considered having any particular fascination, he was acutely aware of his fondness for Rena's legs. Whenever they embraced and slumbered together, his hands would invariably find their way to her thighs.

Now, he yearned to taste her with fervor.

Meeting his handsome countenance, Rena unbuckled her seat belt and obediently positioned herself upon him.

Uncertain of how to flirt with him, she simply wrapped her arms around his neck and emitted a soft sigh.

Lowering his head, Waylen chuckled and said in a hushed tone,

“Shouldn't you be ensuring my comfort? Yet it seems you derive greater pleasure from it."

A rosy hue adorned Rena's cheeks.

His visage exuded a striking handsomeness, tempting her to initiate a kiss. However, her lack of finesse hindered her attempts.

Enduring the tension for what felt like an eternity, Waylen ultimately succumbed, unbuckling the seat belt and reclining the seat.

Within the confines of the car, an intimate tableau unfolded.

*

When Rena awoke, the clock already displayed midnight.

Sitting upright on the bed, she ruffled her hair, recalling the events that had transpired at the bar and the passionate kiss within the car.

“I shouldn't have indulged in so much alcohol!"

Just as she was about to message Vera, Waylen entered the bedroom.

He leaned casually against the doorframe and remarked, "You didn't prepare dinner."