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

a retaliatory

time, but this time I put in

no longer hold myself up and fell back onto the seat, panting and with a trembling gaze

stare, yet he remained silent. But in his eyes, I no longer saw the unfamiliarity typical of Phipps. Instead,

torn about letting me know he was actually Ernest, wasn't

I knew he had his

likely tied into some

himself now might Jel

I couldn't push him into

off, Phipps leaned

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

think I'm under some spell, unwilling to

did want him, right here and now, to dive

passio

reunion. But

with his

you're all about the performance,