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.

seemed off, but I didn't dwell on it and went

the doorway, Conrad

to mention we're preparing Conrad's room as your bridal suite. For now,

I are planning to move out after the wedding. Why are you setting up a

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

you don't mind, right?" Jacqueline then

to Jefferson echoed in my ears, leaving me

problem," Conrad surprisingly answered for

him, and the next thing I knew, his arm was around my shoulder as we entered

he closed the door

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

flushed. "I'll just go

locking my eyes with his sharp gaze. My heartbeat quickened, and my breathing

resting on my shoulder, then my neck, as he

my hands clutched

all our years together, our kisses had always been brief, never venturing too

so nervous that my teeth chattered, preventing