Those Who Wait

by Haley Cass

“If you’re waiting for a beautiful woman to come out of nowhere and sweep you off your feet, you’re going to be waiting forever,”

“What’s the point of stepping out of the closet if you’re too much of a chicken shit to go on a date with a woman?”

she’d never done something like this with men, either. Men had always just . . . been there. Finding a woman, who not only was she attracted to and liked but who also liked and was attracted to her was harder. And scarier.

Hi, I’m a grad student who hasn’t even dated a woman yet, do you want to go out even though you can clearly date anyone you want?”

For a literature grad student, she could be the least coherent person ever.

“I just want you to know that those who have mistreated Sutton in the past have experienced suffering at my hands. I might not look scary, but I have wrath,”

“I was trying to be a gentlewoman! I didn’t want to be a vulture who took advantage of you!” “But I wanted you to take advantage of me!”

“You’re saying I’m not perfect, then?” “Pretty close,”

“My favorite.” Sutton beamed. “I remember.”

For a moment – for one, silly moment, Charlotte wanted to ask Sutton to stay. The words dried up in her throat. To ask her to curl up around her and cuddle and give her that easy comfort she so effortlessly gave off.