No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"It's still tough," I added.

Ernest's jaw clenched tighter, but he didn't say another word, releasing his hold on me.

"Ernest," I caught him, "You're not going to get all petty and upset, are you?"

"No," he claimed, though his face clearly told a different story.

"Don't you want to know why I called you a rough and tough guy?" I tilted my head to look at him.

"I know, you don't have to say," Ernest spoke as he pinched my waist, gently settling me onto the porch swing at the hotel.

"What do you know," my legs swung, hooking around his waist to keep him in place.

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed twice quickly, but he stood firm, untempted.

This side of him was truly amusing, revealing a charming side I hadn't seen before.

"Come on, tell me what you know," I teased, my legs causing a bit of chaos around his waist.

He remained silent, and I knew he wouldn't say, so with a bit of effort, I pulled him closer.

My naughtiness made the swing beneath us start to rock...

his hands catching the edges of the swing, while I lifted mine to clutch the collar of his shirt, drawing him closer

say, I'll tell

move, but I held

seem carefree, not the type to treat a

of you, and first impressions last. In my eyes, you're

to explain, "Tough, you can't

to wander, tracing a path from his chest down

were cut off by a startled yelp as the swing's sudden movement surprised

rocked

steady, then lifted me in his arms,

experience what 'tough' reallye!!

means."

were heavy with

underestimate the primak instinct in a man, no matter how composed he seems. It

driven by basic

Content

true nature. belongs to

I whispered, looping my arms around his

deepened, mistaking my