No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 245

My heart was racing, thumping wildly against my chest.

It was I who had taken the initiative, flirting with him to test the waters. But when he actually responded, I chickened out.

I was breathing heavily, "Ernest, you...."

He took a step closer, cutting off my words and instinctively, I stepped back, trying to escape.

This dance of advance and retreat allowed him to successfully make his way from the doorstep into the house, cornering me against the coat rack. And there we were, both of us holding onto a bowl of chicken soup.

It was impressive, really, how amidst our tug-of-war, not a single drop of the soup was spilled.

My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest...

Ernest remained silent, merely standing close, staring at me.

I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze, regretting deep inside why I even thought of provoking him.

Fanny was the one who pushed me, but she also cautioned that men can't resist a flirt. It was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, and now I felt foolish.

But what's done is done, no use in regretting now.

I had to force myself to stay calm because I knew it was the only way to deal with Ernest. I could tell he was also stirred, touched by my provocation.

But he was trying hard to suppress it, the veins bulging on his forehead were proof enough.

"The soup's delivered, you can go now," I managed to say, barely catching my breath.

Ernest didn't move, nor did he reply.

"Licia..." he interrupted me, his voice hoarse.

I wasn't Fanny, with no medical background or understanding of human physiology, but I knew my body was responding, craving for something.

I was no longer a young girl, well into my twenties, mature in body and mind, yet untouched.

That empty feeling, wanting to be filled, made my heart race.

And I could tell, Ernest wasn't faring any better. His heartbeat, his breathing, and the warmth of his body spoke of desire.

I was attractive to him.

But he made no move. What did that mean?

Restraint, patience, or as Fanny said, maybe not loving enough to touch, or afraid of the responsibility that might follow?

I couldn't let it go, still wanting to test, seeking an answer.