No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 270



He let me turn his face towards me, continuing, "Do you even realize what you were saying?"

"I have no clue. It's all just nonsense you're making up," I denied, unwilling to admit to the embarrassing things I supposedly did.

"You even said it was like 'sealing the deal.' You kissed me, stamped your claim, and declared I was yours to marry when you grew up. Insisted that I couldn't be with anyone but you," Ernest said, suddenly looking down.

"Licia, I've followed your 'orders,' living well into my thirties without so much as dating, never giving another girl a second glance, let alone holding hands. I've been waiting for you, so you've got to take responsibility," Ernest's words were laden with a sense of being wronged, as if a 'no' from me would be a massive letdown.

All this time, I believed Conrad was my childhood sweetheart, but I was wrong. It was actually Ernest who filled that role, the kind that's brief yet lasts a lifetime.

Only, I was too young back then, leaving all the sweet memories for Ernest to hold on to alone.

"Alright, I'll take responsibility," I said, standing on tiptoes, reaching up to bite gently at his appealing jawline.

He let out a soft hum, and I laughed, "A new seal, a deeper one, so any girl who wishes to like you will think twice."

Ernest laughed, a restrained, gentle laugh, "You're as bossy as you were when you were little."

thought of myself as too soft, especially around the Wagners

and though I can't discern how much is true, I genuinely felt

me fishing, and we had quite the catch, a hefty

his stories were true, as I indeed loved fish,

make me grilled fish for dinner.

I'd stopped eating

Ine

point where even Herschel, Jacqueline, Conrad, and Dustin thought I disliked

moment, I felt a

was my mom's way

love, and my way

remembered too, perhaps a sign

was just like my mom's, bursting with flavor, as if she

mom had taught mine how to cook fish, having grown up by the lake and

years, and now her love was passed on to me through

dinner, Ernest

the couch

he worked