No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Ernest sighed in profound resignation and said, "Because you're the one who will make me lose all my principles."

A word or two without any deliberate attempt to move me, yet each one is touching deeply in my heart.

Just like what people say on the inte that speak of love without ever mentioning the word.

A lump came into my throat, and while chewing on the pizza, I mumbled, "Ernest, come here."

"For what?" he looked puzzled.

"Just come here," I said in a capricious tone this time.

He came to sit next to me and I leaned my head on his shoulder the moment he sat on the couch..

He was visibly surprised, but then I explained, "Everything tastes better with you beside me."

He chuckled and his soft laughter made laugh in my heart.

After dinner, we left the hospital and went home. As Ernest got me settled, I asked him, "Are you sleeping here or going back to your room?" "Here!" He answered without any hesitation.

It occurred to me that his midnight routines of push-ups and cold showers. I said, "Then no push-ups tonight."

His cheeks went blushed, and he feigned a stern voice. "No more mention of that."

I crept into his arms and wrapped my arms around his waist, "Then no more mention of it if you do not do it."

His swallowed saliva, "Licia, stop teasing me."

"Can't handle it?" I teased further.

Ernest tightened his arms around my waist, "Stop being naughty... and don't... turn me on."

His voice trailed off into a husky whisper.

"Ernest, are you thinking about it?" I was even straightforward.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Licia..."

I lifted up his T-shirt and put my hand under it, slithering like a snake.

"Licia," his voice was completely hoarse now.

I stood on my tiptoes, whispering teasingly and rubbing his ear, "I'm ready now."

Ernest was stiffened.

I was totally ready but he seemed not to believe it or dared not to try.

And for some reason, like being possessed, I kept flirting with him and became even more excited when I felt his suppression of desire, sweating and blue-veined.

"Licia, wait. Your wound might not be fully healed and even if it is, you need time to recover," Ernest tried to soothe me.

I shook my head, "I don't want to wait."

"Licia..."

"Ernest, the more you tried to suppress your desire, the more I want it."

Ernest fell silent while looking at me, and my heart raced, feeling like I had stolen something.

Suddenly, he lifted me by my waist.

Snuggling into his arms, I giggled as my tantalizing seemed to work.

"Mhm, sort of," he breathed heavily.

"What do you mean by sort of?" I asked as he carried me towards the bathroom.

"I was not showing off. I was telling them," Ernest placed me on the vanity.

I was still oblivious, "Telling them what?"

He held me tightly on the vanity and got me thrilled by his heavy wheeze.

I burst into laugh loud and out. It was the first time a man had said something like that for me.

Ernest let me laugh, waiting until I calmed down. Then his hands finally moving to my collar. Only then did I realize we were in the bathroom. So, was he changing the place for that?