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?"

loss has nothing to do with her. You started it, and besides... it wasn't her who hit you," Henrik revealed,

all started because of her," Brown's

who involved her," Henrik shot back,

glaring at me, "She asked for it, getting

mistake was showing concern for Jefferson, which

my involvement, but I quickly dismissed it. If he wanted to harm me, he wouldn't have warned me or rescued

used by others," Henrik defended me, catching

did

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

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

the water splashed him all the

"You

cut him off, "Brown, do you really

enough to deflate Brown, his face turning

But this woman," Henrik pulled

shoulder, "Let's