No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 245



My heart was racing, thumping wildly against my chest.

It was I who had taken the initiative, flirting with him to test the waters. But when he actually responded, I chickened out.

I was breathing heavily, "Ernest, you...."

He took a step closer, cutting off my words and instinctively, I stepped back, trying to escape.

This dance of advance and retreat allowed him to successfully make his way from the doorstep into the house, cornering me against the coat rack. And there we were, both of us holding onto a bowl of chicken soup.

It was impressive, really, how amidst our tug-of-war, not a single drop of the soup was spilled.

My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest...

Ernest remained silent, merely standing close, staring at me.

I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze, regretting deep inside why I even thought of provoking him.

me, but she also cautioned that men can't resist

done is done, no

way to deal with Ernest. I could tell he was

suppress it, the veins bulging on

can go now," I managed to say,

didn't move, nor did he

he interrupted me,

felt on the edge of breakdown,

It was embarrassingly seductive.

imagined I could be this way, too embarrassing

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed

my

Uh?

move, and don't speak," his voice was even lower, huskier, "I'm afraid... I won't be

eyes widened. Was he implying he wanted to

stroked my hair, keeping me

was only wearing

he

flimsy fabric