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...

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

tell you," I whispered

but I

seem carefree, not the type to treat a lady delicately," I

arguing. That was my first impression of you, and first impressions last. In my eyes, you're the epitome

to explain, "Tough, you can't deny

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

a startled yelp as the swing's sudden

swing rocked

pulled it steady, then lifted me in

experience what 'tough' reallye!!

means."

were heavy

in a man, no matter

by

Content

his true nature. belongs

my arms around

gaze deepened, mistaking my refusal