No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 306

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 internet 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.

"Licia..."

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

All of a sudden, T recalled a conversation from the office earlier, my fingers traced over the his neck, "Ernest, I heard you made a round in every office today. Were you showing off on purpose?"

"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.

His voice, husky and compelling, made my blood race, as he looked at me intensely, "To let anyone who want to hook me up know that I am taken."

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?