As the clock’s hands tenderly reached for eight, Waylen gracefully piloted the golden Bentley Continental GT to a stately halt at the entrance of the apartment building where the Gordon family lived. The car’s engine purred into a gentle Lull, and with the softest of clicks, the door locks nestled into place.
Rena’s gaze lingered on him, the moon’s silver touch illuminating her features.
“Waylen, our relationship is developing too fast,” she whispered.
Waylen’s lips curved into a knowing smile, his eyes a sea of mysteries. “Is that so? But I haven’t done anything yet.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA rosy hue graced Rena’s cheeks, the moonlight painting her with delicate strokes of color.
Although she was inexperienced in love, she understood what he meant. After appreciating her for a while, Waylen felt sorry for her and didn’t want to tease her too much.
With a deft touch, he released the seatbelt’s hold on Rena, his fingers brushing against her skin in a tantalizing caress. Her chestnut tresses cascaded Like a waterfall, framing her face like a portrait of moonlit elegance.
The interior of the car became an arena of emotions, an unspoken connection that hummed in the air.
Rena’s heart fluttered Like a caged bird, its song one of anticipation and uncertainty. She noticed that his eyes carried a desire that was unfamiliar to her.
In this charged atmosphere, Waylen leaned closer.
His voice carried a seductive allure, a melody woven with the secrets of the night.
“I want to kiss you.”
In that moment, Rena resembled a young, vulnerable creature, her gaze mirroring that of a baby animal.
Waylen’s own desires stirred, a smoldering fire within. He effortlessly enveloped her, his arms becoming a sanctuary.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRena found herself adrift, uncertainty painting her features. Her delicate fingers hesitated in the air, unsure of their next move.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,“ he commanded, his voice a velvety whisper.
Trepidation held her captive at first, but Rena’s fingers found their place on his shoulders, a tentative touch.
Lowering her head, she avoided his intense gaze, her body betraying her nerves.
A kiss. A seemingly simple act, yet it ignited a storm of emotions within her. Her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and fear.
Waylen’s grip on her waist was steady, his touch both possessive and gentle. He tipped her chin, their lips meeting in a slow, tender dance.
Lips brushed, exploring the uncharted territory of desire.
But then, Waylen’s hunger grew, his intentions shifting. Rena resisted, a whisper of protest against the encroaching unknown