Her crimson Lips were slightly parted.

Only in her sleep would she refrain from lashing out at him with sharp words.

Waylen succumbed to temptation.

He leaned in and bestowed a tender kiss upon her.

Rena, in her drunken reverie, detected the familiar scent and involuntarily wrapped her arms around his neck, reciprocating the affectionate gesture.

Mid-kiss, she realized something was amiss. She remembered the breakup with Waylen. She had declared that she would never be with him again.

Rena's eyes fluttered open, fixing her gaze upon his handsome and affectionate visage. She extended her hand to gently caress his face.

Waylen remained motionless.

He did not resist her touch upon his face.

“Rena, I know you still harbor feelings for me. I refuse to believe that you have forgotten the happiness we shared when we were together."

Rena leaned against the seat, her voice tinged with hoarseness, as she said, "Waylen, why do I find myself drawn to you?"

Waylen gazed intently at Rena, his eyes fixated on her presence.

Rena, inebriated and burdened with a deep anguish, displayed the pain in her eyes.

His astonishment was overwhelming, a sudden surge of disbelief coursing through him.

Could her affection for him be the cause of such excruciating torment for her?

With a tender tone, Waylen delicately touched her lips and expressed,

“Let's make up and go back to what we had before, shall we?"

Rena cast her gaze downward, her Lengthy eyelashes quivering with trepidation.

“Waylen, I no longer desire to be in your company," she confessed, her voice Low and earnest.

Waylen's fists clenched tightly, embodying his frustration and anguish.

Without warning, he unbuckled her seatbelt, exited the vehicle and carried her away in his arms.

Under the night sky, a gentle breeze whispered its presence.