No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Ever since the breakup, I hadn't even glanced at Conrad, let alone stood this close to him.

But there he was, right in front of me, badly injured.

The memory of the car flipping over played in my mind, how he had shielded me with his body, taking the brunt of the impact to protect me.

"Conrad, say something," I urged him.

I knew talking was futile; it would only make him want to sleep more.

"What should I say?" he murmured weakly.

"Anything. Tell me what you've been thinking since we split, talk about Haley Perez if you must. And where did you go recently?" I blurted out, a flood of bottled-up questions pouring out.

He remained silent. I thought he had fallen asleep, but just as I was about to call out to him again, he spoke, "Felicia, I truly love you."

My breath caught at his words, his pale face from loss of blood making it hard for me to respond.

"You're the only girl I've ever really liked. After meeting you... other women just seem like regular people to me, I can't even distinguish their gender..."

my bed while

had to entertain clients and call girls were involved, but I never touched them. I always felt they were tainted... If I did,

don't know how I got caught up in her scheme. I guess she just wore a really convincing mask, maybe it was fate trying to mess with us..." He struggled to open his eyes as he

assertive, never looking anything less

wasn't strong enough, nothing

looked at me briefly and then shut his eyes. "Yeah, guess it's my own

bring this up now?" My palm felt sticky; his blood had

he really

could see nothing beyond the tangled branches and

Ernest sent

told me to reach out to him; he must have known Ernest would be able to rescue

gone, I had

know he's a great guy and you're with him because

in agreement, but then I realized what he was implying and was about to clarify when

helicopter filled the air.

up again, fearing it was Club Q's scouts

gestured for Conrad to be

my breath, watching the helicopter from inside