Given his appreciation for her physique, he couldn't resist indulging in the tactile experience.

Rena stirred from her sleep but exhaustion prevented her from acknowledging him.

She chose to feign sleep, preserving the illusion of unawareness.

Waylen detected the hastening rhythm of her breath. Instead of imposing himself upon her, he Leaned gently against her slender shoulder and posed a question in a hushed tone, “How long does your period typically last?"

A rosy hue adorned Rena's cheeks.

After a brief pause, she whispered, “Usually five days.”

Upon hearing her response, Waylen withdrew his hands, rolled over and lay still.

His touch ceased entirely.

*

In the morning, Rena took the initiative to assist him in fastening his tie.

Bathed in the gentle morning light, her delicate visage radiated exquisite beauty.

Waylen grasped her hand, his voice tender as he suggested, “Why don't you go shopping and treat yourself to new attire? You know, getting ready for the school reunion."

Rena had grown accustomed to frugality in recent times.

Sincerity laced her words as she admitted, “It would require a considerable sum of money.”

A smile played upon Waylen's lips

Having been born into affluence, he was never wanting for financial resources. Intrigued by her response, he affectionately pinched her cheek before putting on his million-dollar timepiece.

“Simply purchase some clothes and charge it to the card I provided. I happen to be in need of a few shirts and you can assist me with selecting them."

Rena discerned his true intentions; he merely wished to entice her into a shopping excursion. After all, his wardrobe boasted an abundance of shirts.

Women, by nature, possessed an inclination for indulging in sartorial pursuits.

Expressing her gratitude with gentle sincerity, Rena softly uttered,

“Thank you."

Waylen leaned in, pressing his lips against hers and replied, "You're most welcome."