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.