He paused, softly caressing her delicate face with his hand, and whispered, “You look incredibly beautiful when you smile.”
Rena felt a sense of unease, like a fish out of water. “Aren’t we going to watch the movie?”
Waylen smiled, took her hand and led her downstairs.
Though it was merely a home theater, it spanned an impressive one hundred square meters. A set of reclining sofas was arranged in front of the expansive circular screen.
In the subdued lighting, he guided her to a seat.
He had selected a classic horror movie from the past, though it would be more accurate to describe it as a love story with a touch of horror elements.
Waylen enjoyed the movie with great fascination.
As Rena turned to face him, he could still discern her in the darkness, despite the absence of visibility.
“What’s the matter?” he inquired, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and gently tracing her ring finger with his other hand.”
Rena’s body tensed in response to his gesture.
Amidst the darkness, he chuckled softly. “Are you afraid?”
Quickly denying, Rena retorted, “No!”
Waylen chuckled again, pulling her into his embrace. He caressed her face and inquired, “What are your thoughts on the movie?”
“Not bad,” she responded.
Waylen ceased his questioning, lowering his head to capture her lips…
Rena was taken aback, her grip on his arm tightening, yet she did not push him away.
The protagonists on the screen happened to be engaged in an intimate moment, enhancing the romantic atmosphere. Waylen, aroused by the scene, whispered in Rena’s ear, “Can we?”
Resting her head on his shoulder, Rena whispered in return, her expression in the subdued lighting remarkably composed, though she didn’t want Waylen to perceive it, “Not here.
Waylen ran his fingers through her hair, gently stroking it.
He knew full well whether or not she was receptive. Thus, he blurted out, “You truly dislike it here? It’s so dark, and I assumed you would enjoy it.