No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Oh my, I forgot that man!

But I didn't feel guilty, not one bit. I went straight into denial mode, "I didn't harass him. It's all a big misunderstanding."

"Hmm?"

Ernest's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes practically demanding a clearer explanation.

So, I spilled the beans about accidentally bumping into Jimmy and his baseless accusations, and added, "That kid's just full of himself. I'm not interested in the slightest."

"What's your type then? The older gentleman? Or someone more mature and stable?" Ernest didn't mince words, and seemed pretty informed too.

Seeing his earnest expression, I couldn't resist the urge to tease him. I leaned closer and whispered, "I like your type... rough and tough."

As the words left my mouth, I caught Ernest swallowing hard.

I had flirted with him again.

The next second, I pulled back, only to hear Ernest's low voice ask, "How would you know I'm tough?"

I was speechless. My face turned beet red in a matter of seconds.

I had thought Ernest was the pure type, but that comment just proved he was all man.

"Why's your face so red?" And there he was, asking me that.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

This guy wasn't an easy one to deal with, hitting back at my flirtation like that.

Just as I was pondering over this, he asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"No!"

Right after my denial, he commanded, "Pull over!"

"Why?" Even though I questioned him, I obediently steered the car to the side.

No sooner had the car stopped than I felt Ernest closing in, turning my face towards him, and leaning in.

My eyes went wide, instinctively thinking he was about to kiss me.

But in broad daylight, on a busy street? Wasn't he embarrassed?

Or did our established romantic relationship make him so bold, or was he just naturally audacious?

While I couldn't get on board with

v

Conrad's emotionally detached ways, Kdefinitely wasn't ready for

Ernest's anytime-anyplace affection

either.

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My hand moved up to his chest, about to push him away, when I heard him say, "Open your mouth, take a breath."

Uh? Confused about his intentions. nheless found myself obeying as he pinched my chin. Opening my mouth and taking that breath came with a bit of pain.

The next second he let go, "You haven't been drinking, so why the red face?"

My eyes widened, finally catching on to why he asked me to pull over in the first place.

But he was the real reason for my embarrassment.

"It's because you made that off-color remark, that's why I blushed," I blurted out before my brain could catch up.

Ernest's brows furrowed, "I? What did I say that was off-color?"

His tongue seemed to tie itself in knots, and his ears turned red.

He didn't know? Or was he playing dumb?

Ernest stiffened, then swallowed hard twice in quick succession, "What I meant by tough was..."

He trailed off, the red spreading from his ears.

It seemed he only then realized how I had interpreted 'tough'.

Seeing his flustered state convinced me; he hadn't been talking about the kind of 'tough' I was thinking of.

Now it was my turn to feel awkward, like I could dig a hole right there and find myself in a three-bedroom apartment out of sheer embarrassment.

But I decided not to dwell on my embarrassment, shifting it back to him by daringly asking, "What kind of tough were you referring to?"

Ernest straightened up, adjusting his collar, "Drive!"