She believed he shared that sentiment.
Disrobing his jacket, Waylen approached from behind, enfolding her waist tenderly.
Their affection was palpable in his embrace.
His chin found purchase on her slender shoulder, his hand idly caressing her waist, devoid of overt desire.
Rena discerned his craving.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter a moment’s hesitation, he confessed, “I know it upsets you, Rena, but I’m exhilarated, beyond control, when I do this.”
He posed a self-inquisitive query, “Does this make me somewhat deviant?”
The glass in Rena’s grip quivered.
His levity belied the gravity of his mental state, she perceived.
Her resolve softened.
Rotating to face him, she placed a hand on his shoulder, her gaze ascending to meet his.
In the depths of Waylen’s eyes, she sought anchorage.
Her whisper extended a lifeline.
“Will you let me accompany you to therapy?”
Waylen didn’t resist. His voice, rough with emotion, conceded, “I have an appointment at 1@ o’clock tomorrow morning.”
Rena’s love for Waylen was profound.
Confronted with his mental struggles, she responded not with rebuke but with forgiveness and boundless patience.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTheir hotel room, at a rate of $6, 000 a night, was the backdrop to their physical reconnection.
Waylen found immense satisfaction.
The following day, Rena stood by Waylen as he sought professional help. While he engaged with the therapist privately, Rena phoned Mark from the corridor, confiding in him the situation.
Mark, upon hearing this, sensed something amiss.
Yet, he refrained from prying into the couple’s affairs, especially considering they seemed content with their resolution.
Offering noncommittal responses, Mark ended the call.
Overhearing the conversation, Peter couldn’t contain a _ smile, remarking, “The vigor of youth is something else. Waylen’s skillful, isn’t he? Upsets his wife and then claims mental issues. Instead of anger, she’s consumed with concern for him…”