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?"

her. You started it, and besides... it wasn't her who hit you," Henrik revealed, making his purpose for bringing me

her," Brown's resentment towards me was

who involved her," Henrik shot back,

glaring at me, "She asked for

was showing concern for Jefferson, which somehow dragged

maybe Conrad had orchestrated my involvement, but I quickly dismissed it. If he wanted to harm me, he wouldn't have warned me or rescued me from Henrik's

used by others," Henrik defended me, catching me

I was manipulated, did he know

tell me

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

the water splashed him all

Brown leapt up, "You wench, how

hitting you," Henrik cut him off, "Brown,

to deflate Brown, his face

go after them. But this woman," Henrik pulled me close, "you better

my shoulder, "Let's