Those Who Wait

by Haley Cass

Damn it all, this was the whole reason she hadn’t wanted to come tonight in the first place! Because Charlotte had only been in her presence for three seconds, and Sutton was already a mess.

But doesn’t everyone feel lonely sometimes, no matter what?”

God, if Charlotte could kiss her on the cheek and make her feel like she was about to faint, she could only imagine what it would be like if Charlotte were to ever kiss her, for real. And just like that, she groaned, her stomach sinking. Because Regan was right, and she had a crush. A big, gay crush on Charlotte.

“Come for me, darling. I want to feel you.”

Her hand came up and cupped Sutton’s jaw, her thumb rubbing lightly over her skin and Sutton couldn’t suppress her shiver. Charlotte leaned in and Sutton’s mind jumped in excitement to kiss. Kiss goodbye, which wasn’t necessarily something they did, because . . . well, the rules. Kisses were for sex. Not hellos and goodbyes, but at this very moment she wanted it. Badly.

Besides, Sutton Spencer having a fuck buddy? It’s practically unheard of; you would never sleep with someone you didn’t have feelings for.”

Her throat was so tight she could barely breathe, and she didn’t even have it in her to panic even though she’d never felt like this before.

I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to want me.

“There’s a difference between being happy about something and being happy. One of them is fleeting.”

The only thing she knew for sure right now, in this moment, with the evidence staring her in the face, was that things couldn’t always stay the way they were forever. And sometimes there was no going back, only forward.

“Darling,” Charlotte pulled back, a slow smile spreading over her face. “Haven’t you ever heard that good things come to those who wait?”