No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 8



Conrad told me about the heated love his parents shared in their youth, a passion that eventually simmered down to a comfortable calm. Maybe that was just what love would be like in the end.

"Mom, Dad!"

"Jacqueline, Herschel!"

Conrad and I greeted them, each to our own.

"Have you two eaten yet? There's plenty of food left if you're hungry," Jacqueline said gently.

"We've had dinner," Conrad answered, then looked at me, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

I barely touched my dinner, but then, I wasn't hungry. "No, I'm good."

"Then head upstairs to rest. I'll have the housekeeper bring up some milk," Jacqueline said, smiling.

her smile seemed off, but I didn't dwell on it and went upstairs. But I

doorway, Conrad looked back

we could head downstairs, Jacqueline was already coming up. "Felicia, I forgot to mention

listen. Felicia and I are planning to move out after the wedding.

holidays, or just if it gets too late," Jacqueline retorted with a playful

you don't mind, right?" Jacqueline then

in my

Conrad surprisingly

I knew, his arm was

said as he closed the door

and perhaps a hint of something more. It felt like our wedding night, especially with the

flushed. "I'll just

caught me, locking my eyes with his sharp gaze. My heartbeat quickened, and my breathing grew heavy. Conrad cleared his throat, stepping closer, sending shivers down my

resting on my shoulder, then my neck, as he leaned

clutched at him.

years together, our kisses had always been brief, never

was so nervous that my teeth chattered, preventing any