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.

didn't dwell on it

the doorway, Conrad looked back at

mention we're preparing Conrad's room

the wedding. Why are you setting up

time, during holidays, or just if it gets too late," Jacqueline retorted with a playful scold and proceeded to lead Conrad to my room door. "You two are about to

mind, right?" Jacqueline then asked

in my ears, leaving

Conrad surprisingly answered for

knew, his arm was around my shoulder as

said as he closed the door

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

flushed. "I'll just

to pull from Conrad's grip, but he caught me, locking my eyes with his sharp gaze. My heartbeat quickened, and

gripping my arm, slowly moved up, resting on

clutched at

shared. During all our years together, our kisses had always been brief, never venturing too deep.

was so nervous that my teeth chattered, preventing