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 couldn't help but smile to myself. Even the toughest guys had

Susie over?" I shifted the

sort it out at the office tomorrow and go

stay out a few days?" I asked

you want me to stay out?" He surprisingly asked

catching his drift. He was hinting that I might miss him.

on that, instead asking, "Are you flying back

depends on the schedule," Ernest's voice was deep and soothing, lulling me toward

you're on the brink

your

blurted out, "Trains more

then train it is," Ernest was all for

were battling it out. "Susie

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

liked me. "Yeah, I'm her

soft laugh, and I fell

over in the middle of the

thought he had left, but then I

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

was Ernest

I tiptoed over, only

at the sight. Ernest was