NovelOnlineChapter 307 Wrapped up like a burrito on bed, it dawned ononce again that I just though ill of him.
It was only by this tthat I realized, again, that how hard it was to make a soldier aroused.
Ernest helpedwith bathing and that was it.
Indeed we've made out with each other before, but I couldn't help but challenge him for that, "Ernest, are you... incompetent?" Such a question could wound any man's pride, but Ernest was no ordinary man. He pinneddown gently, "Keep it together, will you? No more games, they're pointless." He saw right through me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Ernest, you know that hurts," I said in a defeated look and covered myself with quilt in anger. He peeled the quilt off my head, softly tousling my hair, "It's not that I am incompetent or that you're not tempting. I just don't want to hurt you, so let's wait until you're fully recovered." My cheeks flushed a shade redder, "So, if I get hurt at the slightest touch, you'll just... never touchagain?" Ernest hesitated, then nodded, "Yeah, I'd rather endure." I covered myself by the quilt again and turn a deaf ear to him. However, he just heldlike that, "I won't let it happen." With a flushed cheek, Ernest kissedsoftly and murmured, "Just relax for a bit. I'm gonna take a shower." Definitely a cold one! The thought flashed crossed my mind and then he admitted., "Cold shower." I was at a loss for words.
He was really a man of principle that he chose to make himself suffered rather than touching me.
I was deeply touched as I watched him leave, calling out, "Ernest." He turned, "Hmm?" "OK you win," I blurted out, sticking my tongue out before diving back under the quilt in bashfulness.
Ernest chuckled softly, "Got you." When he returned, I had fallen asleep again I was burned down by the news of my parents' death, but he calmeddown. However, the strong emotions I've been trough this afternoon somehow exhausted me.
I did know if Ernest's presence madefeel ease. I somehow slept tight that night until dawn. I woke to find him not gone for his morning workout but beside me, reading.
His multifaceted nature never ceased to surpriseand also outshone others.
I watched him silently until we had an eye contact.
"Awake?" He set his book aside, stroking my head and it felt like a tender gesture from a gr grandson. I snuggled closer, Why I his skip your workout for reading?" "I didn't want you to wake up alone," his words warmed my heart.
He was protectingfrom nightmares and from being alone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm
I propped myself up, nestling in his embrace, "Ernest, you are by nest, far the best man I've ever met." "Oh," his response was disappointingly nonchalant.
"That's the highest praise I can give, and that's all you say?" I said.
"Thank you for your praise, Mrs. Collins," his words madeblush in cheek again.
I grumbled in a flirting manner, "Who's Mrs. Collins? I Collins? I haven't agreed to marry you. Besides, you haven't even proposed." "Oh," a single word again.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Talking with him felt like an endless quest for clarity.
His way of talking seemed like his words were as worthy as golds that he did not talk for free. But it really made people confused.
X
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
