Rena's intoxication waned slightly as she realized he had driven them to his apartment.

“Waylen, I wish to return home," she pleaded, her struggle escalating within his grasp, her kicks becoming erratic, disregarding the possibility of striking him.

Waylen emitted a pained groan, grappling with his inner turmoil.

Unable to contain his Longing, he yearned to feel her, his desire mounting, and so he pressed her firmly against the wall, facing the elevator.

Their bodies were tightly pressed together. Though Rena was inebriated, she dared not make a move, acutely aware that provoking him at this moment would be unwise.