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.

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

until Ernest called my name, snapping me back to reality. I realized

should do it,"

the mole on his neck, I couldn't help but ask, "Ernest, have

touched it lightly. "Yeah, since I was a

a beat. Could the boy in my dream

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

just a figment of

sure, but

and real, especially since I had no idea Ernest

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

headed downstairs,

into Mrs. Thompson

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

was rolling my eyes. Mrs. Thompson definitely didn't

just smiled and agreed.

a people-pleaser, always ready to

he meant it. How could he possibly come back

place might be