No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 246



The sense of rejection I felt from Conrad only spurred me on, igniting a curiosity within me. Was I truly that undesirable? Could a man hold me in his arms without feeling any stirrings of passion, maintaining his composure throughout?

"Ernest," I whispered, my hand finding its way to his back, pulling him closer through the fabric of his shirt, my nails digging into him slightly.

I could feel Ernest tense up even more, so much so that he inhaled sharply. "Licia..."

I pressed closer to him, my body soft and pliable in just my nightgown, fully aware of my own softness.

If Ernest could resist this, then it was a clear sign of my own failure.

"Licia," Ernest called out to me in a rushed breath, then he let go, placing his hands on my shoulders and looking down, his breathing heavy.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his body trembling... It was as if he had just sprinted a mile.

And I wasn't faring much better. Having taken this step, I was a mix of embarrassment and boldness.

"Licia, it's getting late," Ernest said, releasing me and stepping away.

and a profound sense of failure heating my brain. "Ernest, you're leaving now? Are you not able, or just

door, then after a moment,

see my own expression, but I could feel it-eyes probably red, face pale, a mixture of

at me, his deep eyes swirling with emotion, then he stepped back, closing the door behind him with his foot. In the next second, the room dimmed, my head was pulled back gently,

kiss, his hand controlling my slight frame as if

tasting the madness of love between

is this okay?" Ernest's voice, low and trembling,

I questioned myself, Is this

when I was just twelve and beginning to blossom. My mother had shared some wisdom

a man touch her lightly, unless she was ready to commit her whole life to him. And before making that

hove

commitment.

to commit

acknowledged our relationship tonight,

too

wasn't sure

composure, his cheek

mind a