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?"

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

her," Brown's resentment towards me

one who involved her,"

glaring at me, "She asked for it, getting involved in

was showing concern for Jefferson, which somehow dragged me

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

harm, might have been used by

manipulated, did he know

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

been called before. Reacting instantly, I yanked my hand free and hurled a cup from the table

dodged, but the water splashed him

Brown leapt up, "You wench,

right by hitting you," Henrik cut him off, "Brown, do you really want to taste

threat was enough to deflate Brown, his face turning a shade of green

But this woman," Henrik pulled me close, "you

"Let's go, got a game