An instinctive urge to resist surged within Rena, deeming the situation inappropriate.

But Waylen's commanding voice broke through her thoughts.

"Don't move," he uttered in a hoarse whisper, securing the umbrella handle in her trembling hand and intertwining their palms.

Rena's gaze fixed on him, her eyes vacant, her slightly parted Lips tempting.

Waylen lowered his head, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss under the rain's unyielding assault.