No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Don't move," Phipps' voice was hoarse, losing its previous affected softness.

So it was just an act. He pressed closer, "You're so cool to the touch, it feels amazing..."

Just then, someone emerged from the diner, casting a glance our way. Phipps swiftly scooped me up in a bear hug and strode towards his car.

Even as this happened, I didn't stop teasing him, either snuggling into his chest or playfully nibbling at his shirt button. I could distinctly feel the changes in him. His muscles tensed, his heartbeat quickened, and even his body temperature seemed to rise...

Clearly, maintaining composure in such moments was a myth.

Finally, as Phipps set me down in his car, I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss his Adam's apple...

Alright, I admit that in that moment, I was teasing him, and stirring something within myself too.

Ever since Ernest and I had our falling out, it had been months since I indulged in any carnal pleasures...

All this teasing had sparked a craving in me, a desire that felt almost intoxicating.

Phipps grabbed my arms, stopping me short. He looked me in the eyes, "Look at me, I'm Phipps, not your Ernest. Are you sure about this?"

He's not Ernest!

scoundrel, still playing

forward, planting a retaliatory kiss on his

this time

I could no longer hold myself up and fell

remained silent. But in his eyes, I no longer saw the unfamiliarity typical of Phipps. Instead, there was an old, familiar flutter of excitement, restraint, and

was torn about letting me know he was actually

I knew he had

identity secret from me, reasons that likely tied

himself now might Jel

push him

back off, Phipps

flickered, and he whispered softly, "If you want, I'm

under some spell, unwilling to see me in

be told, did want him, right

passio

reunion. But

considering the future interactions with his 'alter ego,' I forced myself to suppress

you're all about the performance, not the sale?" I blurted, killing