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?"

in response was him pulling me in tighter, and right then, I

over?" I shifted the conversation to something more serious while still in

it out at the office tomorrow and go get

you stay out a

to stay out?" He

He was hinting that I might miss him. This man was quite a

bite on that, instead asking,

works. It depends on the schedule," Ernest's voice

on the brink of

your

I knew, I blurted out, "Trains more

it is," Ernest was all

eyelids were battling it out. "Susie will be so happy

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

liked me. "Yeah, I'm her

soft laugh,

middle of the night, Ernest wasn't by my

left, but

in closer, I

was Ernest up

tiptoed over, only

sight. Ernest