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, asking, "What

"Depends on

"Oh?"

never get tired of it, no matter how clingy you

was clever,

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

"No excuses."

helplessly, "Bossy

sleeping by night. You must be

he just shook

you're not

it's best we spend some time

conversation towards what keet

wanted to talk about.

just looking

guilty, I tapped him again, "Why aren't you

around the bush," Ernest always saw

deflated, caught out, "You're no

Fanny and want to accompany

assumption made me laugh, "Why would I? To be a

slightly, "Then where do you plan on