Her long, ebony locks cascaded down her back, adding an alluring touch to her already enchanting presence.

Kneeling gracefully on the edge of the bed, she began applying a velvety moisturizer to her supple skin.

Waylen walked in and embraced her from behind, his arms enveloping her in a warm and secure hold.

Gently, he took the moisturizer from her delicate hands and assumed the role of her attentive caretaker.

As Waylen's hands moved with tender precision, Rena leaned into his embrace, seeking solace in his touch. She asked, “Have they left?"

“Yeah,” he replied in a husky voice.

With each stroke of the moisturizer, their connection deepened, the unspoken bond between them growing stronger. Rena's breath hitched as

Waylen's fingertips traced the contours of her neck, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. In a hushed tone, he inquired, “Isn't your hair color temporary? Why haven't you washed it off yet?"

A rosy blush spread across Rena's cheeks as she shyly admitted, “I thought you Liked it, so I planned to keep it for one more day."

A soft chuckle escaped Waylen's lips, his eyes twinkling with affection.

As the moisturizer mingled with their shared intimacy, he guided Rena down onto the bed, their gazes locked in a passionate exchange.

Her porcelain face radiated an ethereal beauty, while her slender legs possessed an irresistible allure.

Fuelled by the echoes of Harold's presence, Waylen's desire grew fiercer, his passion more intense.

Rena, sensing his unspoken needs, reciprocated his ardor, her arms encircling his neck in an embrace of passion and trust. Together, they danced on the precipice of ecstasy, the rhythm of their bodies in perfect harmony.

When the crescendo of their Lovemaking subsided, the clock had already struck two in the morning.

Nestled against Waylen's broad chest, Rena basked in the comforting scent of their intimacy, a sweet fatigue washing over her. Yet, amidst her tranquil state, a question lingered in her mind, and she voiced it softly, "What if Cecilia comes back? She has my phone number."

Waylen's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Rena's in the dimly Lit room.

With a reassuring smile, he murmured, “If she wishes to return, let her come."

A surge of uncertainty washed over Rena as she sat up, her fingers grazing Waylen's chiseled jawline.

With a trembling voice, she contemplated, “Should I tell Cecilia..

Waylen's eyes locked onto Rena's, a myriad of emotions swirling within his gaze.

"Tell her about your past with Harold?" he completed her sentence, his voice Laced with understanding.