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 help but smile to myself. Even

you plan on bringing Susie over?" I shifted the conversation to something more serious while still

and go get her," Ernest's hand

back, or will you stay out a

do you want me to stay out?" He surprisingly

catching his drift. He was hinting that I

chose not to bite on that, instead asking, "Are you flying back or

the schedule," Ernest's voice was

the

your

I knew, I blurted out,

it is," Ernest was all for

out. "Susie

will be happy to see

Susie liked me.

out a soft laugh, and

when I turned over in the middle of

he had left, but then

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

Ernest

tiptoed over,

sight.