His voice laced with flirtation, he whispered, "You look stunning."

Rena's legs weakened under the weight of his seductive advances.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she softly urged, “We're going to be late."

Unwilling to release her, Waylen lifted his hand and checked the time on his watch.

His touch continued to roam her body as he pressed his face into her neck, playfully suggesting, "We can spare a moment for some intimacy."