Those Who Wait

by Haley Cass

was simultaneously like an entirely new experience but simultaneously like spending time with someone she

Anyway.

The whole night seemed surreal, and she wasn’t certain which direction it would head. She hated that it kind of thrilled her.

Missed the jagged thrill of anticipation slash through her and knowing she was making the woman she was with feel that, too.

It would be so simple to lose herself in it – in this easy chemistry that was only building by the second – and forget herself.

That she wasn’t unhappy, but that her mind was always working and always planning, and there were so very few times that she ever let herself just bask in the good things about the world around her at the moment.

one of the most gorgeous, intelligent women she’d ever met who could probably sleep with almost anyone she wanted, was thinking along the same lines about her all week.