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?"

nothing to do with her. You started it, and besides... it wasn't her who hit you," Henrik revealed, making his purpose for

because of her," Brown's resentment towards me was

her,"

his lips, his blue eyes glaring at me, "She asked for it,

had a cause and effect, and my only mistake was showing

my involvement, but I quickly dismissed it. If he wanted to harm me, he

been used by others," Henrik defended me, catching me off

suggested I was manipulated, did he know something

sneered, "Henrik, you're defending her? Don't tell

insult was crude and unlike anything I'd been called before. Reacting instantly, I yanked my hand free and hurled a cup from the

but the water splashed him

Brown leapt up, "You wench,

"Brown, do you really want to

Brown, his

to make it clear. Whoever messed with you, go after them. But this woman," Henrik pulled me

my shoulder, "Let's go, got