Desire For A Reply Novels & Stories

‘Wear something sexy,’ I type, ready to reply, but I pause, not sure I want to send it. So, I instead go for something else. ‘Carry something warm to wear.’ I send it before I can stop myself, and my heart, for the first time in years, races, while waiting for a girl’s reply. I don’t know why I’m fucking sweating so much. When the reply finally comes, it takes everything I have to put the phone back and finish the session before I respond. ‘I’m always warm. But thanks for reminding me. Will do’ It sounds distant, but I’m glad at least we reduced the wait time for her reply to less than two minutes.

"I'm actually calling to remind you that I am still waiting for your response. I am still hoping to get a positive reply. I would be honored if I got a yes. please don't even think of saying no. your positive reply means a lot to me" "Why are you disturbing me over this? You just came to my house yesterday and we talked about it and I told you that whenever I finish thinking about it I will give you a reply, either positive or negative. you shouldn't be pestering me around, disturbing me with phone calls. because of this I don't know how serious it is and I'm beginning to suspect that this is a trap" "It is not a trap, please don't misquote me. it's just that I am eager to have a woman"

Be there. No reply. But the little "seen" receipt sat mockingly below the message. I stared at it for a long second, my thumb hovering over the screen. Not because I was expecting a reply. But because a part of me still wished it didn’t have to be like this. I stared at it for a long second, my thumb hovering just above the screen, almost like I could get a different outcome to appear if I just stared hard enough. But nothing changed. He didn’t reply.

She was overjoyed because she had been waiting for his response for such a long time. "Yes..." she hooted with joy, standing up from the chair. She opened the message with a huge smile on her face, sitting back on the chair. Cole: Hey, Miss Admirer. She instantly replied to him. Reyna: Am I dreaming that you messaged me? Cole: Just want to ask you why you message me every day when I don't even see your message. "Nice question!" She murmured while typing the reply. Reyna: Because I was hoping for a response from you someday. I never give up, and look, my hope won in the end. You finally messaged me, yippie!

And sometimes, you let the people you love sit with the questions until they’re brave enough to answer them. But I can feel it. The edges of her certainty starting to fray. The slow tug back toward the thing she thinks she shouldn’t want. I argue with myself for quite some time before I send the message typed on my screen. You deserve fireworks. No reply. But she hearts the message. Which means she heard me. And maybe, just maybe, she’s thinking about lighting the match.

But I still love you and I hope you return okay. Using the red heart, puppy eyes, and praying hand emojis at the end of the text. I sent the text and two blue checks pop up, which means he has read it and is typing. Waiting a few seconds to receive a text back, he is taking forever to reply back. I'm starting to get impatient. The text finally appears and I read it.

But enough to make her body tense. You’re moving too fast. Lily frowned. Her fingers quickly typed a reply. Who is this? It didn’t take long. A response came. Someone who already knows your moves before you make them. Lily slowly stood up. Her heart began to race. What do you want? she typed again. This time… the pause was longer. But when the reply finally came— Lily’s world seemed to close in around her. I want to see… how far you’re willing to go.

He replied, "I know, you miss me and want to be with me for a long time." 00Yuri, "..." 00Was this... a normal man? 00Shouldn't he enthusiastically reply to her words that were more touching? Even if he didn't know how to describe feelings, would I still be able to do it if he replied with a single sentence? 00He could not just reply that he had received her and sent her away with a few words. 00Yuri thinks to himself: Do you know that I miss you and want to stay with you for a long time? Then do you know that I want to stay with you for a long time?

I can no longer control all this accumulated desire, I want him to satisfy our desires immediately, and by the look he gives me back, he already understood the message! — Andrew, I need you!