Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Ren though that the biding spell would break at night and went to there individual dormitory, but apparently it's not the case and the teachers wanted them to decide which dorm they're staying He's or Ayami, and both Ayami and Ren doesn't wanted the other to see there. "So have you guys decided which dorm you're staying on?" Principal asked, her gaze flicking between the two of them.
Ren and Ayami answer in unity. "I Don't wanted this Witch/Brute to see my room." Principal’s eyes narrowed, her fingers drumming against the desk. "That’s not how this works. You’re sharing a room, period. The dorm assignment is already decided—Room 217 in the Combat Wing. You’ll both be there, together, night and day, unless you’re in class."
Ren’s jaw clenched. "There’s no way in hell I’m sleeping in the same room as her." Ayami agreed, she wasn't being smooth this time, she hated the idea of sharing a room with Ren even more than he did. "I’m not letting you near my things, Ishikawa."
Principal leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable. "You have two options: share a room, or both be expelled. The choice is yours."
Ren’s fingers curled into fists. "Fine, but I’m getting the better side of the bed." Ayami response. "You'll be sleeping on the floor like a proper pet on, Ishikawa. I'm not sharing my bed with a brute like you." Ren's eyes narrowed, but he didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Fine by me. I've slept in worse places than the floor. But don't expect me to be quiet about it. You'll be hearing every creak and groan of my 'inconvenience'." Ayami rolled her eyes, but there was a faint flush on her cheeks. "I'll take my chances. Now, let's get this over with. I have better things to do than argue with you all day." Principal stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "Very well.
I’ll make sure the room is prepared for both of you," Principal said, her voice firm but with a hint of amusement. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a small, silver key. "This is your key to Room 217. You’ll both have access to the same locker in the dormitory, but your personal belongings will be stored separately until you decide otherwise."
Ren took the key with a scowl, his fingers brushing against the cool metal. "I suppose this is the only way to avoid expulsion," he muttered, his eyes flickering to Ayami.
She was watching him, her violet eyes unreadable, but there was a faint smirk playing on her lips. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" Ren asked, his voice low and grudgingly admiring.
Ayami's smirk deepened, her silver hair shimmering as she stood up. "Why should I? You've never made anything easy for me." She turned to Principal, her posture straight and confident. "Thank you, Principal. We'll make sure to... make the most of this situation."
They arrive at the room, they we're relief it wasn't there own room as clearly they don't wanted to see the other what's in there. The door to Room 217 was slightly ajar, revealing a narrow hallway lined with doors. Ren pushed it open, his eyes immediately scanning the room. It was small, cramped, and sparsely furnished—just a single bed, a narrow desk, and a single chair. The walls were a dull, institutional gray, and the air smelled faintly of dust and old wood polish.
Ren let out a low, disapproving grunt. "This is it? This is the room you're forcing us to share?" Ayami followed him in, her silver hair catching the dim light filtering through the window. "You must be very lucky to share a room with a woman because it's never gonna happen again in your sad miserable life ." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Instead, he walked over to the bed, running his hand over the thin mattress. "This is going to be uncomfortable," he muttered, more to himself than to her.
Ayami smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "You're not used to discomfort, Ishikawa? How unfortunate." She pushed off from the door, her heels clicking against the wooden floor as she walked over to the desk. "I suppose this is mine," she said, running her fingers over the smooth wood.
Ren shrugged, not bothering to argue. He didn't care about the desk or the bed. He just wanted to get this over with. He turned to Ayami, his green eyes hard. "So, what's the plan? We're stuck here for a month. Might as well get started."
Ayami raised an eyebrow, her violet eyes gleaming with amusement. "Eager to get to work, Ishikawa? I'm surprised. I thought you'd be more interested in sulking about our... arrangement."
Ren's jaw tightened, but he forced himself to keep his voice steady. "I'm not sulking. I just want to get this done. It's tortures to be with someone you hated and you feel the same way cause you get too sarcastic whenever you get pissed witch ." Ren's voice was a low growl, his fingers flexing at his sides. His eyes flicked to the window, as if searching for an escape route.
Ayami tilted her head, her silver hair catching the light as she turned to face him. "I'm not a witch, Ishikawa. And I'm not the one who started this." She crossed her arms, her violet eyes glinting with amusement. "Besides, you've been the one pushing me every chance you get. This is probably why you'll be a virgin forever with your tiny dick ." Ren's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. "Watch your mouth, Sato. You're playing with fire." Ayami shrugged, her smirk never wavering. "I'm just stating the facts, Ishikawa. You're the one who can't handle a little competition. I've heard that too much muscle minimize your dick, and with you being a muscle head you're probably not the best in bed."
Ren's eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity, his grip tightening on the edge of the desk. He took a step forward, his voice low and lethal. "Ohh really then, Guys wouldn't found you far attractive with you flat chest and bad attitude, your probably the most ugliest witch I've ever seen." Ren’s words were a blade, sharp and precise, his green eyes burning with barely contained rage. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with the tension of their mutual hatred.
Ayami’s violet eyes darkened, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Oh, Ishikawa, you’re *adorable* when you’re jealous." She leaned forward slightly, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders like a veil. "But then again, you’re not the only one with something to prove."
Ren’s fingers twitched, his body coiled like a spring. "Prove what? That I’m better than you? You wanted to tango you witch? Ren’s voice was low and dangerous, his fingers flexing into fists. He took another step forward, his body tense with barely restrained aggression.
Ayami’s smirk faltered for just a second—enough to betray the flicker of something beneath her usual composure. But she recovered quickly, tilting her head with deliberate nonchalance. "Tango with what, the reason you screamed so much is to cover that you have very tiny dick and you're scared of me seeing it." "You're the one who's scared, Ishikawa. Scared of being bested by a woman. Scared of being seen as anything less than the big, strong man you pretend to be."
Ren's eyes flashed with anger, but Ayami continued, her voice low and taunting. He didn't hesitate to pulled down his pants , showing his big dick to her. Ayami was stunned, Ren realized too late his own impulsiveness just made him pulled down his own pants and show it to his worse enemies . His cock was long, thick, and the veins were prominent, the head already flushed with arousal. His fingers tightened around the base, his jaw clenched as he stared at her, daring her to say something.
Ayami's violet eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. "Oh... my... god," she breathed, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. She took a step back, her eyes darting between his face and the impressive length of his cock. "You... you're not kidding," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ren’s chest puffed out slightly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of panicked and terror. "Fucked what have I done, you shouldn't have seen that." He said, his voice was a low growl, his fingers flexing into fists.
Ayami’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. "You're... you're huge," she breathed, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Hey looked away at my dick, you're not a witch, you're a pervert." Ren said, his voice was a low growl, his fingers flexing into fists. He was trying to hide his nervousness, but his voice betrayed him.
Ayami argued with a flush written over her face."You're the pervert, your the one who pulled down your pants first, and you're the one who's showing off your dick to me. I'm just stating the facts, Ishikawa." Ren's grip on his cock tightened, his knuckles turning white. "I didn't mean to... I just... I wanted to prove you wrong."
Ayami's eyes flicked back to his cock, then up to his face. "Well, you certainly did that." She took a deep breath, her voice steadying. "Great you make this real awkward let's just sleep, we still have class tomorrow muscle head ." She walked past him, her silver hair brushing against his arm. Ren's fingers twitched, his eyes following her movements. He quickly pulled up his pants, his face burning with embarrassment. "Hey you're not gonna tell anyone right ?" Ren asked, his voice was a low growl, his fingers flexing into fists.
Ayami paused at the door, her hand on the knob. She didn't turned to face him. "Forget it, let's just go to bed ." Her voice was calm, but her fingers tightened on the doorknob.
Ren felt the heat rise in his face, his fingers twitching at his sides. "You won't say anything?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Ayami finally turned, her violet eyes sharp. "I won't say anything because I don't want to hear it from anyone else either." She walked past him, her heels clicking against the floor. "Come on, let's get to bed already, it's late." Ren hesitated for a moment, then followed her. He couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips, the way her silver hair cascaded down her back. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn't afford to get distracted, not by her. Not now.
Ayami stopped at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed. Ren turned to face her."I'll take the floor then ," he said, his voice gruff. He didn't want to be any closer to her than necessary, but he also didn't want to admit that the idea of sleeping on the floor was suddenly less appealing than he'd initially thought.
Ayami face him, her violet eyes glinting with awkwardness. "Principal told us, we have to share the bed, cause she enhanced the place that sleeping on the floor would cause electrical pulse and sleeping on the bed with one person on it cause the bed do the same unless two person sleep together." "What? That's ridiculous. I'm not sharing a bed with you." Ayami agreed still remembering he's cock, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You'd better not do anything to me you perv muscle head ." She said, her voice was a low growl, her fingers flexing into fists. Instead, he smirked, leaning back against the wall. "Wouldn't dream of it, witch. I wouldn't want to corrupt your precious innocence." "In your dreams, Ishikawa. I'm not innocent, and I'm not afraid of you." She climbed onto the bed, her silver hair fanning out around her like a shimmering waterfall.
Ren watched her, his eyes lingering on the curve of her waist, the way her hips swayed as she moved.
He climbed onto the bed after her, keeping a safe distance between them. The bed was small, and their bodies were mere inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He turned onto his side, facing away from her, his back stiff with tension.
They settled for the night, and turned off the lights. Couple hours goes by and Ayami couldn't asleep, she'd normally masturbate to helped her sleep but she couldn't because she's too embarrassed to do it in front of Ren. She could hear him breathing steadily, his presence a warm, unyielding force beside her. The bed was narrow, the sheets thin, and the air in the room felt charged with something more than just tension.
Ayami shifted all over the bed, the need to touch herself growing stronger with every passing minute. She could feel Ren’s warmth beside her, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint scent of sweat and leather lingering on his skin. It was maddening. She wanted to reach out, to touch herself, to find some relief, but the thought of him seeing her like this—exposed, vulnerable—made her stomach twist.
She bit her lip, trying to distract herself. She thought of the way his muscles had tensed when he’d pulled down his pants, the way his cock had stood out so defiantly, thick and flushed with arousal. The memory made her cheeks burn again. She had never seen anything like it before.
It was the first time she saw a real cock up close, and it was bigger than she imagined. The head was a deep, flushed pink, the veins pulsing faintly beneath the surface. The length was impressive, thick enough that she could barely wrap her fingers around it, even if she tried. She had never touched a man’s cock before, not like this. Not with such intimacy.
Ayami’s breath hitched as she remembered the way Ren’s fingers had tightened around himself, the way his jaw had clenched. He had been embarrassed, yes, but there had been something else there too—something raw and exposed. It was the first time she had seen him vulnerable, and it made her heart pound.
She shifted again, her fingers curling into the sheets.
The bed creaked slightly under her weight, and she froze, listening to the steady rhythm of Ren’s breathing. He was asleep, or pretending to be. Either way, she couldn’t risk waking him. Not after what had just happened.
Her mind raced with images—his cock, thick and flushed, the way it had stood out so defiantly when he’d pulled down his pants. Not in person. Not this real. Not this *intimate*.
She exhaled sharply, her breath shaky. She could still feel the heat of his body beside her, the faint scent of sweat and leather clinging to the sheets.
She tried to focus on her breathing, to calm her racing heart, but it was no use. The more she tried to ignore it, the more aware she became of him—his presence, his warmth, his scent.
She shifted again, her leg brushing against his. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. He didn't move, his breathing steady and even. She let out a slow breath, trying to calm herself. It was just an accident, she told herself. He was asleep. He didn't even notice.
But her body betrayed her, her skin prickling with awareness. She could feel the heat of him, the solidness of his muscles even through the thin sheets.
She tried to pull away, to put some distance between them, but the bed was too small, and his leg was in the way. She was trapped, her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with a need she didn't understand.
Ren shifted he's entire body to face her, his eyes opened but tired. "Ok what's are doing?" he asked, his voice was low and gravelly, his fingers flexing into fists. He didn't want to admit that he was also affected by her proximity, but the way her leg was pressed against his made it hard to ignore.
Ayami didn't answer right away. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles tensed beneath her fingertips. She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "I can't sleep," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'd normally do a routine to helped me sleep , but I can't... not with you here." Ren's eyes narrowed, his fingers tightening on the sheets. "What kind of routine?" he asked, his voice low and guarded. Ayami hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It's... personal," she said, her voice evasive. Ren's eyes flashed with understanding, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You mean you can't... relieve yourself," he said, his voice low and taunting. Ayami's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "I'm not talking about this with you, Ishikawa," she snapped, her voice sharp.
She tried to pull away, but she couldn't, her needs were too strong. She couldn't deny it anymore, she needed to touch herself. She could feel Ren’s eyes on her, the way his gaze was locked onto her, his breathing steady but his body tense. She swallowed hard, her fingers curling into the sheets.
Ren’s smirk faltered as he realized what she was doing. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. "You're going to do it in front of me?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. He tried to get away but the binding wouldn't let him leave the bed. "I'm not going to do anything in front of you, Ishikawa," Ayami said, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. "I just... I can't help it. I need to... relieve myself." Ren's eyes flashed, his fingers curling into fists. "You're not going to touch yourself while I'm here, Sato. I won't allow it."
Ayami's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a low growl. "You can't stop me, Ishikawa. I'm not your prisoner." Ren's jaw tightened, he closed he's eye's to give her at least a sense of privacy, even when he's force to stayed in bed by the spell . "Fine," he muttered, his voice gruff. "But I don't want to hear it. Or see it. Or... anything." He turned onto his back, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Ayami hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her cheeks still flushed. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached under the covers.
Ren's body tensed, but he kept his eyes on the ceiling, his jaw clenched. He could hear the soft rustle of fabric, the faint sound of her breath hitching. It made him arouse , his body responding to the sounds, to the knowledge of what she was doing just inches away from him. He tried to push it away, to focus on anything but the sound of her breathing, the soft moans that escaped her lips. But it was no use. His body was betraying him, his cock hardening despite his best efforts to ignore it.
Ayami's fingers found their rhythm, her body arching slightly with each stroke. She tried to keep her breathing steady, to keep her moans quiet, but it was getting harder. The pleasure was building, her body tensing with each touch. She could feel the heat of Ren's body beside her, the way his muscles tensed as he tried to ignore her.
She turned to see his face, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling, his jaw clenched. She could see the pulse at his neck, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. He was trying to pretend he wasn't affected, but she could see the bulge in his pants, the way his body was tense with arousal.
She bit her lip, her fingers moving faster, her body arching slightly. She couldn't help it, the sight of him, the knowledge that he was watching her, even if he wasn't looking, it was turning her on more than she thought possible.
Ren's breath hitched, his fingers curling into fists. He could feel his cock throbbing, his body aching with the need for release. He grabbed his cock forcing it to calmed down. His eyes were still fixed on the ceiling, but his mind was elsewhere. He could hear the soft sounds of Ayami’s breathing, the faint moans that escaped her lips. The sound was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but imagine what she looked like beneath the covers.
His fingers tightened around his cock, his breath coming in short gasps. He tried to focus on anything else, but the sounds coming from Ayami were overwhelming. He could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body was tense with pleasure.
Ayami’s moans grew louder, her fingers moving faster. She could feel the pleasure building, her body arching slightly with each stroke. Her eyes were closed but when she opened it, she saw Ren cock throbbing in his hands, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling, his jaw clenched. The sight of him, the knowledge that he was touching himself while watching her, it was too much. She couldn't hold back any longer.
"Ren," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. His eyes snapped to hers, his fingers pausing on his cock. "It's not what it looked like Ayami, I'm trying to control myself." His eyes were dark with arousal, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Ayami's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the struggle in his gaze, the way his body was tense with the effort to control himself. It made her heart pound, her body aching with a need she didn't understand. "Ren," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's okay, you don't have to control yourself."
Ren's eyes widened, his fingers tightening around his cock. "What are you saying, Ayami?" Suddenly Ayami kissed him, and started to moving her hips against his, her body was on fire, she couldn't control herself anymore. Ren's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he kissed her back, his fingers tangling in her silver hair. His body responded to hers, his cock hardening even more as he felt her pressed against him. He could feel her heat, her wetness through her panties, and it made him groan into her mouth.
Ayami's fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. She could feel his muscles tense, his body pressing against hers. She moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with his. "What are we doing, we hated each now we're doing *this* were supposed to be enemies, rivals, nemesis now we're screwing with each other brains out."
Ayami's eyes fluttered open, her breath coming in short gasps. "I don't know, Ren. I don't care. I need this. I need you." She kissed him again, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, his abs, his chest. Ren groaned, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her closer. "Fucked! You're not thinking right Sato, your trying to fucked with me aka you nemesis," Ren muttered against her lips, his voice thick with arousal. His hands slid down her back, gripping her ass as he pulled her flush against him.
The heat of his body seared through her clothes, and she could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her stomach. She was entirely lost to lust as she whispered he's name."Ren." Ren was stunned Ayami would normally refer him to his last name or insults but never his last name. "Ren," she repeated, her voice softer this time, almost pleading. Her eyes were locked onto his, her pupils dilated with desire. "Ren, love me ," she whispered, her voice barely audible. It was a plea, a command, a question all rolled into one. Ren's heart pounded in his chest, his body aching with the need to comply. He had never heard her say his name like that, never seen her look at him with such raw, unguarded desire. It was intoxicating, and it made him want to give her everything she asked for.
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his fingers tangling in her silver hair. He could feel her body melting into his, her curves molding to his muscles. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. He lost all reason, doesn't care she's he's mortal nemesis, he just wanted her. His hands slid down her back, gripping her ass possessively, pulling her closer until she could feel every hard inch of him pressing against her.
Ren groaned against her lips, his voice rough and desperate. "You're *killing* me, Sato." Ayami was offended, but breathless. "No, call me Ayami, Ren . I want to hear my name on your lips when you... when we..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. Ren's eyes darkened, his grip on her ass tightening. "When we what, Ayami?" he growled, his voice low and taunting. He knew what she meant, but he wanted to hear her say it.
He wanted to hear her admit it, to acknowledge the desire that was burning between them. "When we... when we fuck," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Ren's cock throbbed at the sound of the word on her lips, his body aching with the need for release.
He captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, his fingers tangling in her silver hair, pulling her closer.
Ayami moaned, her body arching against his. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach. She wanted more, needed more. She reached between them, her fingers finding the waistband of his pants. She fumbled with the button, her fingers shaking with need. Until she finally y got the button undone, she pulled the zipper down, her breath hitching as she felt the cool air against his skin. Ren’s cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the veins pulsing visibly. His eyes were locked on hers, dark and hungry.
“You’re going to touch me?” he rasped, his voice low and rough. Ayami’s fingers brushed against the silky skin of his shaft, her breath catching at the warmth of him. “No I wanted you inside me ,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto his.
Ren’s jaw clenched, his body tensing at her words. “Fucked! My first time is with my own nemesis?” Ren’s voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into Ayami’s hips as she pressed herself against him. His cock throbbed painfully, the heat of her body making it ache for release. He had never imagined this moment, never thought he would be here with her like this—two enemies, two prodigies, two people who had spent years trying to outdo each other, now tangled together in a way that felt dangerously real.
Ayami already pushing down her panties, her eyes locked onto his. "Ren, I want you inside me," she repeated, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. Ren's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. He could feel the heat of her body, the way her muscles tensed as she wanted him. Ayami started positioning herself on top of him, her eyes locked onto his. Ren's hands moved to her hips, steadying her as she lowered herself onto him. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness, the way her body stretched to accommodate him. He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried to hold back.
"Fuck, Ayami," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "You're so tight." Ayami gasped, her body arching slightly as she took him in fully. She could feel every inch of him, the way he filled her completely. She had never felt anything like this before, never imagined that it could feel this good. This was the first time for the both of them them, and they were exploring each other's bodies with a hunger that was both raw and tender. Ren's hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. Ayami gasped, her body arching into his touch. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing with each stroke.
Ren's eyes were locked onto hers, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold back. "You feel so good, Ayami," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "I never thought... I never imagined..." He trailed off, his words lost in a groan as she moved her hips, taking him deeper.
Ayami's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. "This feels... incredible." Ren's fingers tightened on her hips, his body tensing as he fought for control. "You're telling me," he muttered, his voice rough. "I've never... I've never felt anything like this before." Ayami's eyes opened, her violet gaze locking onto his. "Neither have I," she admitted, her voice soft. "This is 10× better than masturbating ." Ren's eyes flashed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Is that what you were doing before? Masturbating?" Ayami's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "Yes," she said, her voice steady. "And now I'm glad I didn't. This... this is so much better." Ren's smirk faded, his eyes darkening with desire. He pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss.
His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. She moaned, her body melting into his, her hips moving in rhythm with his. He could feel the pleasure building, his body tensing with each stroke.
"Ren," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "I'm close. I'm so close." Ren's eyes flashed, his fingers digging into her hips. "Ayami, I'm cumming as well ," he growled, his voice strained. Ayami's eyes widened, her body tensing as she felt the first waves of his release. She could feel him throbbing inside her, his body shuddering as he spilled into her. She moaned, her body arching against him, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode out the intensity.
Ren's body trembled beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Ren pulled away from her, they were quickly consume by sleep, their bodies still entwined. Ayami hold him closer as sleep consume her . She could still feel the warmth of his skin against hers, the way his breath was still warm against her neck. She could hear the steady rhythm of his heart, the way it beat in time with hers. It was a strange feeling, this sense of connection, this intimacy that she had never experienced before.
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The next morning, the sun streamed through the window, casting golden light across the room. Ayami stirred, her body still warm and tangled with Ren’s. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the brightness. The sheets were tangled around her, her hair a wild mess, and her lips still tingled from the kiss they had shared.
She turned her head slightly, searching for Ren. He was gone.