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?"

He was always so blunt. I was used to

"Depends on how

"Oh?"

rubbed his forehead against my fingers, "I'd never get

was clever,

words. I tapped his nose, "So, if I were super clingy, you'd get

"No excuses."

helplessly, "Bossy

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

so he just

you're not now, you

maybe it's best we spend

conversation towards what keet

wanted to talk about.

silent, just looking at

I tapped him again, "Why

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

deflated, caught out, "You're no fun,

about Fanny

me laugh, "Why would I? To

where do