No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 380

In an instant, every cell in my body felt like it had been hit by a lightning bolt, igniting an indescribable craving within me...

Feeling this way made me feel a bit ashamed, as if I wasn't living up to my own standards of decency.

With Conrad Wagner, I never felt this surge of desire and longing.

Even when we were down to our last pieces of clothing, all I felt was nervousness, not this overwhelming need I'm experiencing now.

It seems like being with Ernest has brought out a wilder side of me...

I found myself impatiently seeking Ernest's lips, but he dodged. As I pulled him closer by the neck, my voice emerged in a breathy whisper, "Ernest..."

It sounded almost like a sob.

This was all new to me, and even I was taken aback by my own reactions.

But I couldn't control myself; the clamor inside me was too loud, and part of me didn't even want to.

With Ernest, I could unleash the most authentic parts of myself.

"Ernest..." I called out again, my lips finding his cheek in a flurry of kisses.

His other hand gripped the back of my neck, his voice low and breathy, "Licia, wait, let's go home."

But I didn't want to wait. That craving and pleasure were fleeting; if I waited, they would disappear.

Yet, I knew we were outdoors, in a parking lot no less, and if someone came by, they'd see us.

Logic eventually overpowered impulse, and I channeled all my intense desire into biting his earlobe hard before I could stop myself from moving.

He didn't move, just held me tightly, so close it felt like we were becoming one.

We stood there for what seemed like an eternity before he finally loosened his grip a bit, opened the car door, and helped me inside.

Once the impulse faded, I was left feeling drained and too embarrassed to look Ernest in the eye.

That's probably why people prefer to turn off the lights; the darkness helps hide the awkwardness.

I curled up, closed my eyes, and started the car, but before we drove off, Ernest leaned in to kiss my forehead, "My bad."

Whatever his intentions, I decided not to respond.

As we reached the nearly deserted complex, the darkness enveloped everything, the streetlights were off, and very few lights were on in the buildings.

The place felt almost abandoned.

Lost in thought, Ernest was already by my side, opening the car door before I could react, scooping me up from the seat.

"I..."

Before I could protest, he cut me off, "In case your legs are too weak."

I lightly pounded on his chest, letting him carry me up the stairs in the eerie silence of the complex.

Leaning against Ernest's shoulder, I glanced around and suddenly noticed a familiar car.

I gripped Ernest's hand tighter, "Wait a second."