No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 145



I glanced over at Ernest, and he was already looking back at me. Just the two of us in this room, and the atmosphere felt charged with something unspoken.

Damn it, we'd shared a hotel room before and it was nothing like this.

Now, here we were in this spacious two-bedroom apartment, and yet it felt as if there wasn't enough room to breathe, as if the walls were closing in

on us.

After a brief lock of eyes, Ernest broke the silence, "I think I should crash on the couch."

I was speechless.

"Your bedroom is a space for your real boyfriend, I... yeah, the couch is fine for me," he said, making me feel somehow guilty for relegating him there. But I knew what he was doing - this was his way of applying pressure, his way of saying he wanted to be more than just a placeholder.

They say honest men have deep tricks, and that couldn't be more true.

But I wasn't about to fall for it. "Suit yourself," I said with a shrug, quickly retreating into my parents' bedroom.

bed, sleep eluded me. The fear I had in the hallway before was still

shown up, even with my defenses up, I'm

how timing works - Ernest just

as I looked towards the door. It was closed, so I couldn't see outside. Was he really sleeping on the couch instead

getting ready for bed, confirming he

those sounds, I

kid, falling asleep to the sound of

here, that sound made

intended to wait until I thought Ernest was asleep before checking on him, but

in the middle of

of my parents' room, I was reminded

awkwardly sprawled out, legs.l.ne

поте

the

a footrest

was covered with my pink

Double standards.

he wasn't my real boyfriend, and not sleeping in my room, why