No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 176



"Uh?" I hadn't really thought about it.

Probably not, considering I've only kissed a few people in my life. Even with Conrad, whom I've had the biggest crush on for ages, I only stole kisses when he was sick and weak or passed out from a few too many beers. But those were just pecks on the cheek or the back of his hand.

But just now, with Ernest, it was a real, full-on lip lock, something even Conrad and I rarely shared.

When Conrad kissed me, it was always just a peck on the cheek or forehead, never anything more.

He once said, "Felicia, we're too close, I just can't make that move."

At the end of the day, it's probably because he's not in love. They say that when a man and woman kiss, the dopamine that gets released is uncontrollable.

So if you can control it, it means there's no love.

"I'm not into 'what ifs'," I told Ernest.

Ernest swallowed hard. "But I want to know."

His gaze was intense and unwavering, almost suffocating.

to breathe, then let out a mocking laugh, "What, is this the first

answer made my smile freeze on

so cringe-worthy, "Then let me make it

to do that?" Ernest

somehow, he seemed to be

kind of "making up" he

it was time to kill any hope he had, to make it clear, "Ernest, we agreed it was just acting,

day?" Ernest's voice was as cold

it off, trying to appear carefree, "I'd rather not, but if

his whole demeanor was icy, as if he was trying to freeze

and it's true that by asking you to

I pushed him away

I rolled

I forced a smile, rolled up the window,

with el

glanced in the rearview mirror. Ernest was still standing there i

all alone, as if

whole world.

to .Org

I felt like the

Ernest would return to the apartment across from