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, and besides... it wasn't

all started because of her," Brown's resentment towards me

involved her," Henrik

glaring at me, "She

was showing concern

but I quickly dismissed it. If he wanted to harm me, he wouldn't have warned me or rescued me from Henrik's estate. He probably didn't know the full

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

manipulated, did he

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

nothing but trouble," Brown's insult was crude and unlike anything I'd been called before. Reacting instantly, I yanked my hand free and hurled a cup from the table

dodged, but the water splashed him all

up, "You

him off, "Brown, do you really want to taste a gag ball

threat was enough to deflate Brown, his face

you, go after them. But this woman," Henrik pulled me close, "you better not touch

my shoulder, "Let's