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.

it reminded

my name, snapping me back to reality. I

it," I said, withdrawing

help but ask, "Ernest, have you had that mole since you were

lightly. "Yeah, since I

the boy

for very long, so how could I dream of him as a child, let alone have him carry me

just a figment of

sure, but this one

specific and real, especially since I had no idea

around

headed

into Mrs. Thompson

upstairs apartment. She complimented Ernest, "Such a nice young man. Do come over more often, maybe help

my eyes. Mrs. Thompson definitely didn't hold back when it

smiled and

a people-pleaser, always ready to help

he meant it. How could he

place might be old, but