No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Why are you here?" He set aside the report he was working on.

I walked up behind him, playfully grabbing his chin, "Missed you."

My sudden display of affection didn't bring him joy. Instead, it made him suspicious. He grabbed my waist and with a swift twirl, I found myself sitting on his lap, "What's wrong?"

Seeing his concerned look, I playfully tapped his nose, "How do you always see right through me?"

"Then don't try to hide it."

"Fanny left for London," I decided not to mention Jefferson's situation yet, starting with Fanny instead.

He didn't seem surprised, just nodded.

I traced the outline of Ernest's well-defined nose, "Ernest, you're a man, you understand men best. Tell me, do men like it when women cling to them?"

"Are you asking for Fanny?" he asked, letting me play with his features.

"Not really, asking for myself and all the women out there too."

"That depends on the person," Ernest didn't give a straightforward answer.

My hand moved from his nose to his brow, "What about someone like Yates, do you think they like it or find it annoying?"

so blunt. I was used to it by now, so I tapped his brow,

seemed thoughtful, "Depends on how clingy you

"Oh?"

his forehead against my fingers, "I'd never get tired of it, no matter

was clever,

nose, "So, if I were super clingy, you'd get annoyed, right?" "I..." Ernest started to explain, but I

"No excuses."

helplessly, "Bossy

been together 24/7, working by day, sleeping by night. You must be tired of me by

he just shook

not now, you

it's best we spend some time

conversation towards what keet

wanted to talk about.

stayed silent, just

him again, "Why aren't

need to, no beating around the bush," Ernest always saw right through

deflated, caught out,

about Fanny and want to accompany her?"

me laugh, "Why would I? To be a

"Then where