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.

some reason, it reminded me of a dream I had a

Ernest called my name, snapping me back to

should do it,"

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

lightly. "Yeah, since I was a

skipped a beat. Could the boy in my

I dream of him

are just a figment

but

idea Ernest had a mote

go," Ernest said, turning around and

we headed downstairs,

into Mrs. Thompson

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

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

just smiled and

a people-pleaser, always ready

doubted he meant it. How could he possibly come

looked around the neighborhood. "This place might