No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Is he not a germaphobe?" I mused, puzzled by his constant embraces and hand-holding.

Before I could pull away or protest, the sight that greeted me inside the hospital room stopped me dead in my tracks.

It wasn't Ernest.

The man in the bed caught sight of me and immediately furrowed his brows, then snapped at Henrik, "Why did you bring her here?" Henrik, still holding my hand, led me to a couch, "Thought we'd check in on you after the game... see how you're healing up." Brown's face turned a sickly shade of pale, Henrik's words clearly striking a nerve.

And not just any nerve. An embarrassing one.

The thought of Brown's injury made me cringe-it was honestly mortifying.

"Instead of seeking revenge for me, you bring this woman to disgust me? What are you trying to do?" Brown was visibly irritated.

"Just letting you know," Henrik lifted our intertwined hands, "she's with me now, hands off."

"Huh," Brown scoffed, "So I just take the loss?"

it wasn't her who hit you," Henrik revealed, making his purpose for bringing me here crystal

her," Brown's resentment

involved her," Henrik shot back, silencing

pursed his lips, his blue eyes glaring at me, "She asked

my only mistake was showing

to harm me, he wouldn't have warned me or rescued me from Henrik's estate. He probably didn't know

used by others," Henrik defended me,

did he know something I

defending her? Don't tell me you've fallen for her?" Henrik's smirk was telling, "Isn't

Brown's insult was crude and unlike anything I'd been called before. Reacting instantly, I yanked my hand

water splashed him all the

"You wench,

off, "Brown, do you really

was enough to deflate Brown, his face turning a

with you, go after them. But this woman," Henrik pulled me close, "you better not touch her. Show some respect when you see

my shoulder, "Let's go, got a game to