Waylen didn't say anything.

Instead, he combed her long brown hair with his slender fingers until his hand reached the small of her back.

In response, Rena wrapped her arms around his neck.

With cheeks flushed pink, she asked, “How do you want to celebrate?"

Waylen could only chuckle.

He gently took off her coat and carried her to the bedroom. From time to time, he would shower her with kisses. The lights along the way were already turned on as well as the heating.

When Rena fell on the soft bed, she immediately felt the toasty warmth of the room.

Waylen climbed up the bed and got on top of her. He grabbed the back of her head and thoroughly kissed her while taking off his thin wool coat.

She could feel his heat through his light blue shirt.

The deeper their kiss got, the redder Rena's face became.

She immersed herself in his tenderness as she placed her hand on his arm, gently stroking it back and forth.

This only made Waylen kiss her even more. After a while, he momentarily pulled away and said, “Help me unbutton my shirt."

Rena slightly repositioned her body and, with one hand, unfastened his belt. She then yanked the hem of his shirt from his pants and started undoing his shirt one button at a time.

As she did, Waylen kept showering her with kisses, trailing her Lips all the way to the back of her ear.

He leaned even closer, his body weight pressing her down.

"Mrs. Fowler, you bad, naughty girl."

Rena gasped as she placed her arms around his shoulders. It took her a while to finally regain her strength. She pulled him closer and whispered, “Don't you like me like this?"

“Of course I like you like this. I like it very much. I especially like it when you take the initiative."

At that moment, Waylen was as stiff as a rock.

Even though they had been together for a long time already, the fire between them had been kept alive and burning, never once flickering.