Chapter: 1551
She held her ground, unwavering in her determination to wait out the storm.
Waylen, his arms wrapped around her in a protective embrace, led them to the balcony that stood before the expanse of the French window. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he playfully whispered, “Do you have so Little faith in me?"
His words bore a hint of mirth, and the sight of her delicate blush only deepened his affection.
His heart held an exceptional tenderness, not that desire was absent, but a reluctance to act Lingered.
He was aware he would soon depart.
Even within this dream, he yearned to shield her from sorrow.
Drawing her close, he retrieved his phone, fingertips dialing Darren's number. The connection was swift, and under Rena's watchful gaze, he conveyed his message with a resolute assurance.
“Mr. Gordon, this is Waylen. The rain is heavy, and Rena won't be returning. Rest assured, I'll take care of her.”
The call ended, Rena's eyes fixed upon him in bewilderment.
Waylen discarded the phone, his gaze tender yet playful. With a gentle maneuver, he guided her down onto the soft expanse of white wool carpet. A touch, tender as a butterfly's kiss, met the tip of her nose.
“What are you thinking about? Do you associate spending the night with intimacy?"
His candor took her aback, rendering her at a loss for words.
Outside, Lightning painted the sky, and thunder rumbled in a distant chorus. The apartment, however, was a haven of warmth, a sanctuary shared exclusively between him and Rena.
With a subtle confidence, Waylen's hands cupped her form, his lips finding hers in a kiss that held a depth unfamiliar to her.
Emotions swelled within Rena, a mixture of surrender and vulnerability. A whispered plea escaped her lips amidst the storm's symphony.
“Waylen, you said you wouldn't overstep."
His breath danced against her ear, a soft chuckle escaping him as he tenderly reassured her in a voice as textured as velvet.
"I won't really have sex with you, okay? I'll keep my word."
Rena's innocence held her captive.
In his presence, she found herself powerless to resist.
Against the backdrop of the full-length French window, their silhouettes embraced vulnerability as clothing fell away, baring not only flesh but the raw emotions that had woven their bond.
With each touch, a cascade of sensations enveloped her, and soon, tearful vulnerability yielded to shared intimacy.