She had taken a shower, but it had done nothing to clear up the hickeys he'd etched on her skin. Her whole body still emanated some heat, which made him really, really want to pick up where they left off.

Rena read his expression and whispered, “Let's continue another day.”

Waylen smiled and replied, "Come here then. | wanna kiss you.”

Rena leaned over obediently.

Waylen gave her a peck on the lips.

The kiss was very gentle. There was no lust in it.

Waylen didn't allow Rena to leave. He held her in his arms and covered her and Alexis with the quilt. Then, he turned off the one source of light in the bedroom.

Rena leaned against Waylen's chest and kept silent.

Waylen coaxed Rena, "Things will get better once Alexis is older."

Rena said softly, "| suppose.”

After a short pause, she blurted out, "I didn't mean that.”

Waylen touched Rena'slips in the darkness and said in a voice that brimmed with longing, "I haven't done it enough with you, Rena. And | know you want it, too."

They were both young and energetic, and they both didn't appreciate having to stop in the middle of satiating the thirst of their flesh. But because it was their child who had interrupted them, they found it funny and even a little sweet.

Rena's cheeks heated up again at Waylen’s words. She couldn't help asking him, “Which man are you, the sinner or the saint?"

She thought that he was decent on the outside but wild on the inside.

Waylen snickered in response.

He whispered in her ear, "Don't you like my untamed side? | thought you love it, Rena."

Rena refused to say anything more.

She pressed her face against his chest, listened to the beating of his heart, and then slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, Rena’s eyelids flew open.

Waylen's handsome face was right in front of hers.

“Are you awake?" He gently touched her delicate face and coaxed, “Alexis isn't going to wake up for another half hour. How about we go take a shower together?”