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.

off the feeling that her smile seemed off, but I didn't dwell on it and went upstairs. But I paused when I

Conrad looked

already coming up. "Felicia, I forgot to mention we're preparing Conrad's room as your bridal suite. For now, Conrad stays in your

move out after the wedding. Why are

with

mind, right?"

in my ears, leaving

surprisingly

thing I knew, his arm was around my shoulder as

said as he closed

perhaps a hint of something more. It

cheeks flushed. "I'll just

sharp gaze. My heartbeat quickened, and my breathing grew heavy. Conrad cleared his throat, stepping

hand, gripping my arm, slowly moved up, resting on my shoulder, then my

hands clutched at him.

with a fierce and passionate kiss, unlike any kiss we had shared. During all our years together, our kisses had always been brief, never venturing too deep. But

was so nervous that my teeth chattered,