No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 92



"Do we have any wipes at home?" he asked me again. "Or even a towel would work. I just need to wipe myself down."

He was holding one of my towels but seemed hesitant to use it on his own clothes.

"We've got some face wipes. They'll do the job if you wet them," I said, pulling out a couple for him.

He looked slightly puzzled at the face wipes, as if he had never seen them before.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Collins, don't tell me you've never seen these before?"

"Well, first time," he admitted with an endearing cluelessness.

Well, that made sense. He'd never been in a relationship, and without any women around, it was no wonder he was unfamiliar with face wipes, a novelty of the last few years.

"These are disposable, usually used for washing faces," I explained, dampening the wipes for him and handing them over.

Ernest started cleaning the dirt and grime off his body, and I noticed there was some on his back too. Naturally, I grabbed another wipe and started helping him clean it off.

The moment I touched him, I could feel Ernest stiffen slightly, but I pretended not to notice and continued wiping.

back of his neck, and for some reason, it reminded me

lost in thought until Ernest called my name, snapping me back to reality. I

it," I said,

on his neck, I couldn't help but ask, "Ernest, have you had that mole since you

"Yeah, since I

beat. Could the boy in my dream

could I dream of him as a child, let alone have him

a figment of

sure, but this one

idea Ernest had a mote on his neck

good now, let's go," Ernest said, turning around and pulling me out of my tangled

we headed

into Mrs.

complimented Ernest, "Such a nice young man. Do come over more often,

definitely didn't hold

smiled and

always ready to

How could he possibly come

"This place might be old, but it's got a nice