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...

of the swing, while I lifted mine to clutch the collar of his

say, I'll tell you,"

but I held him

the type to treat a lady delicately,"

and first impressions last. In my eyes, you're the epitome of rugged masculinity." Though I was pressed against Ernest and couldn't see

explain, "Tough, you can't deny that, can

path from his chest down to his waist and lower, moving as I spoke: "Tough, as in...

words were cut off by a startled

swing rocked a

it steady, then lifted me in his arms, "Let

experience what 'tough' reallye!!

means."

were heavy with

primak instinct in a man, no matter how composed

by basic

Content

his true nature. belongs to

my arms around

deepened, mistaking my refusal as