"Waylen, do you want this chance or not?"

“I want it," he responded, conceding to her terms.

Rena found herself in a daze, but Waylen had already risen from his seat and approached the back of the sofa.

Gently, he embraced her, whispering in her ear, "Rena, I want it

Don't say things like we'll just sleep together anymore. How could I subject you to that? We'll be in an open relationship, okay?"

Waylen possessed both masculine charm and tenderness, which he strategically employed when dealing with Rena.

She was well aware of his tactics.

Calmly, she replied, "No cohabitation, and don't take me home to your parents."

“Okay.

But it wouldn't be too much for me to occasionally bring you to my apartment for a weekend, right? That's how couples spend time together," Waylen proposed.

Rena didn't object.

In fact, she indeed preferred him not to come to her apartment.

With the deal settled, she prepared to leave.

However, Waylen gently pressed her shoulder and leaned in for a kiss.

Standing while Rena sat, their position was not ideal for a comfortable kiss. However, the intensity of their attraction made it all too easy to be consumed by passion.

Rena neither refused nor responded, while Waylen couldn't resist the urge to tease her.

“It's been only six months, and you already don't remember how to kiss?

Rena, let me..."

With his slender, handsome fingers, he gently held her chin and succeeded in capturing her lips.

Rena involuntarily allowed his tongue into her mouth, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. What began as a gentle kiss had grown extremely fervent.

After the kiss, their hearts raced, and Waylen leaned against Rena's shoulder, gasping for breath.

In a hoarse voice, he uttered, "Rena, you still have feelings for me.”