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?"

response was him pulling me in tighter, and right then, I couldn't help

the conversation to something more serious while still in

office tomorrow and go get

back, or will you stay out

to stay

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

that, instead asking,

the schedule," Ernest's voice was deep and soothing,

you're on the

your

I blurted

Ernest was all for

battling it out. "Susie

She will be happy to see you as well..." His words trailed as

how much Susie liked me.

soft laugh, and

in the middle of the

thought he had left, but

closer, I could just make out

Ernest up

tiptoed over, only

sight.