No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 89



"Stuck solid!"

"It's been rusted for years."

"The ground's raised too, burying the tap deep down."

...

The onlookers chattered among themselves, but my gaze was fixed on Ernest.

I hadn't expected him to lay flat on the ground, his temples and arms bulging with veins from the effort, a testament to his strength.

Yet, despite his attempts, the tap remained unmoved, his face turning a shade of red from the strain...

"Young man, don't bother yourself any further. We've already had a few burly men try their hand at it," Ethel, our neighbor, called out to Ernest, noticing his exertion and offering a word of caution.

My heart went out to him, "Ernest, let's leave it. I'll call someone."

No sooner had I spoken than I saw Ernest relax, "Alright then."

dusting off the dirt on his clothes, "Let's head

down the stairs, ensuring a pair of wet shoes, "Maybe wait till

saying, "I can

blinked in surprise. "Oh, no, that's

the words, aware that we had become the center

seemed to catch the hint of embarrassment. "I'll go up and take

taking the

touch sent a shock racing through me. It was like being struck by lightning. It was something I

were

grown up together, where

hugging was the norm, so

what Conrad meant when he talked to

water splashing under his

until the neighbor asked, "Sweetheart, is that your boyfriend? He seems like

getting dirty, diving right in,"

don't see many like him these days; you're

flushed and my

followed upstairs. The door

to the bathroom where Ernest was working on the

was right; after so