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.

I had in the

up, I'm not

works - Ernest just happened to

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

hear Ernest moving around outside, probably getting ready for bed, confirming

to those

was a kid, falling asleep to the sound of my parents moving

sound made

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

woke up in the middle of

was reminded of Ernest's presence. Glancing at the couch, saw his

awkwardly sprawled out, legs.l.ne

поте

off the edge.

footrest

covered with my pink

Double standards.

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