No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 287



Men couldn't handle seeing a woman cry, and no woman liked to see her man vulnerable, either.

Not anyone could claim the high ground the first time when it came to intimate matters between a man and a woman.

What mattered most was that Fanny, ever so thoughtful, sent me a message, mentioning it was normal for a woman to feel hurt after her first time and that I shouldn't hold it against Ernest.

I reckoned Ernest owed Fanny big time for smoothing things over without making a scene and arranging for his sister to consult with Yates.

I was still hurting, and Ernest should've been reigning in his desires. So, I thought he'd retreat to his room for the night. But no, Ernest didn't leave. Instead, he held me closer.

"Ernest, doesn't it bother you?" I teased, nestled in his arms.

He just replied, "Quit talking. Let's sleep."

I chuckled. "Think you can sleep?"

"Licia," his voice was all husky, "don't mess around."

He was struggling, filled with desire, yet so restrained. If Ernest had slept alone, it wouldn't have been so hard on him. But no, he had to stick around me, masochist that he was.

I poked him with my finger. "Why even do this to yourself?"

then, I couldn't

over?" I shifted the conversation

and go get her,"

or will you stay out a few

me to stay out?" He

hinting that I might miss him.

to bite on that, instead asking, "Are you flying back or taking

depends on the schedule," Ernest's voice was deep

you're on the brink of

your

blurted out,

Ernest was

"Susie will be so happy to

happy to see you as well..." His words trailed

of how much Susie liked me. "Yeah, I'm her

let out a soft laugh, and I

in the middle of the night, Ernest wasn't by

he had left,

coming from the living room Leaning in closer, I could just make out some huffing

Ernest

I tiptoed over,

sight. Ernest was