True Love Waits novel Chapter 1221

Tonight was the first time Erica had ever seen Matthew smoke.

And, he looked absolutely sexy doing it. She was smitten all over again. Erica quietly took out her phone and opened the camera app, and brought Matthew into the frame. She zoomed in so she could see him better.

Before she could snap a pic, she met Matthew's eyes through the view screen.

So, he caught her trying to get a pic of the perfect moment.

Erica didn't stop, though. She pressed the button, and the camera took several pics in rapid-fire succession. She had it in burst mode, just in case.

It was not illegal for her to take pictures of her husband.

Erica was used to men smoking. After all, her father was a heavy smoker.

However, Wesley almost never smoked at home or in front of the family. He usually smoked a few cigarettes when he was outside, if he was annoyed, or had nothing better to do.

But Wesley never reeked of cigarettes. Maybe it was because he smoked high-quality cigarettes, or because he didn't smoke too much. More likely it was because he carried disposable wipes to wash his hands with, and breath mints to mask the smell on his breath.

But it still settled on his face, clothes, and hair. So you could tell the man smoked. But it was not too heavy to be repulsive and not too light to be missed.

After a while, Matthew walked around the car to the passenger seat and reached out his hand to Erica.

Looking at his large hand, Erica was a little confused. "What?"

"Your phone," he demanded.

'What's he playing at? Is he going to delete the photos?' she thought. Erica held her phone. "No. And why should I give it to you? I asked to look at your phone twice, but you refused to let me see it. So you can't see mine."

Matthew didn't push the issue. He put his hands back into his pockets and decided to change the topic. He wanted to address some of the stress dividing them. "Tessie and Lenora deserve what they get. I'm not giving in on that."

He couldn't let her have her own way on this, or she'd run into problems later.

"Well, I'm still thinking about it. If you've made up your mind, it's fine, as long as you don't kill them." Erica didn't want to keep fighting with Matthew over this. After all, he had helped her a lot.

'Huh? She caved in easily! What's up with that?' Matthew decided to believe her for the time being. He didn't say anything and sat in the driver's seat.

After he closed the car door, Erica could still smell the faint scent of tobacco wafting from him. It was not overpowering, and mixed well with his cologne.

She took the pack of cigarettes he threw back into the glove compartment and opened it. There were only two cigarettes missing.

She looked at the profile of the glowering man and asked, "Did I make you unhappy?"

The man's sexy Adam's apple bobbed while he replied, "No." He was reflecting on whether he had done something wrong. Why did Erica resist his attempts at intimacy so adamantly?

"Do you smoke a lot?"

"No." He would break out a coffin nail any time he felt upset. Most of the time, he wouldn't smoke at all for one or two months.

"Do you hate me?"

"No." How on earth could he ever hate her? But he could easily turn that question around. He wondered if she refused to sleep with him because she hated him.

"If you don't hate me, why do you keep saying no?" she asked.

Matthew was confused. What kind of logic was that? He really didn't hate her. What else could he say?

"If you didn't hate me, you wouldn't keep saying no all the time. And a few more words wouldn't kill you, either!" His replies to her questions were rather curt.

Obviously, he was being perfunctory with her. She was embarrassed by this. Couldn't he feel it? Matthew didn't say anything. 'God, she's hot!' he thought.

"So we're back to square one. Saturday. Dinner. You going or not?" she asked.

"Yeah, fine."

"What do you want to eat? Do you have anything in mind?"

"Not really. I'm down with whatever." As long as he was with her.

Erica was starting to get annoyed. "But I don't know the first thing about the city. You've lived here all your life, and you can't choose a restaurant? How about a home-cooked meal? I'll cook for you," she said. She had to learn how to cook sooner or later. What if she and Matthew really slept together on his birthday and she had a baby?