Wren took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension as she looked at Connor. “Of course you don’t scare me,” she said softly.

Connor’s eyes searched hers, concern evident in his expression. “Then why are you scared?”

Wren hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I don’t like not knowing what you will do next. It makes me feel triggered.”

Connor’s eyes softened with understanding. “Oh, I see now. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that it would frighten you that way.”

Wren nodded, her gaze dropping. “I didn’t know either till just now when we were… you know.”

Connor’s smile was gentle, almost playful. “Well, from now on, you can do whatever you like. I am yours and yours only to do with as you wish.”

Wren’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

Connor nodded. “Really. You can kiss me, hug me, or touch me however you like.”

Wren’s brow furrowed in slight concern. “Are you sure you won’t mind?”

Connor’s tone was sincere. “I’m definitely sure. My body is yours to do with as you wish.”

Wren let out a small, incredulous laugh. “Connor… you make me sound like I’m sex-depraved.”

Connor burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny.”

He struggled to control his laughter, finding her discomfort mixed with her comment unexpectedly endearing. “I’m sorry. It just sounded cute coming from you when you said that.”

In a playful burst of energy, Wren suddenly leaped onto Connor, causing him to fall back onto the bed, stunned.

“Maybe I should start now,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Connor’s eyes widened in surprise. “Start what?”

Wren’s smirk grew. “Taking advantage of your body.”

Connor’s face lit up with a grin. “So, my Sunshine can be feisty too.”

Wren arched an eyebrow. “Maybe.”

Connor chuckled, clearly enjoying this playful side of her. “I like this side of you. Master… do as you wish.”

Wren laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Master? I kind of like that.”

Sitting astride him, she tapped her finger on her chin in mock contemplation. “Hmm… let’s see. Where should I start?”

Connor lay still, his gaze fixed on her as she seemed to deliberate with the seriousness of a child in a candy store. The look of innocent confusion on her face was endearing, and he reveled in the moment.

Wren’s expression suddenly brightened as an idea came to her. “I know.”

Connor’s curiosity was piqued. “What do you want to do first?”

Wren’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “It’s a surprise.”

Without another word, she leaned down and pressed her lips softly to his. Connor felt a shiver of excitement as her small hands roamed up his chest and gently cupped his face. Her fingertips stroked his hair as her tongue timidly ventured into his mouth, deepening the kiss.

After a few moments, Wren pulled back, her eyes searching his face. “Is this fine?”

Connor’s response was immediate and fervent. “Yes, more than fine. Kiss me again.”

Wren smiled, her cheeks flushed with satisfaction, and leaned back down. Their lips met once more, the kiss growing more passionate and intimate. Connor’s heart raced as he surrendered to the warmth of her touch, grateful for the unexpected turn their evening had taken.