No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 307



Wrapped up like a burrito on bed, it dawned on me once again that I just though ill of him.

It was only by this time that I realized, again, that how hard it was to make a soldier aroused.

Ernest helped me with bathing and that was it.

Indeed we've made out with each other before, but I couldn't help but challenge him for that, "Ernest, are you... incompetent?"

Such a question could wound any man's pride, but Ernest was no ordinary man. He pinned me down gently, "Keep it together, will you? No more games, they're pointless."

He saw right through me.

"Ernest, you know that hurts," I said in a defeated look and covered myself with quilt in anger. He peeled the quilt off my head, softly tousling my hair, "It's not that I am incompetent or that you're not tempting. I just don't want to hurt you, so let's wait until you're fully recovered."

My cheeks flushed a shade redder, "So, if I get hurt at the slightest touch, you'll just... never touch me again?"

Ernest hesitated, then nodded, "Yeah, I'd rather endure."

I covered myself by the quilt again and turn a deaf ear to him. However, he just held me like that, "I won't let it happen."

"Just relax for a bit. I'm

mind and then he

a loss

man of principle that he chose to make himself suffered rather than touching

was deeply touched as I watched him leave, calling out,

He turned, "Hmm?"

out, sticking my tongue out before diving back under

softly,

he returned,

burned down by the news of my parents' death, but he

afternoon somehow exhausted

that night until dawn. I woke to find him not gone for his morning workout but beside me,

to surprise me and

silently until

He set his

head and

from a

snuggled closer,

his

your workout for

didn't want you to wake up alone," his words