Hesitantly Synonym Novels & Stories

“Okay you're right though. Pau, are you okay with that?” After Hillary asked Pauleen all of them looked at her including me and from my side I could see her hesitating on what she was about to say. I can see her thinking about it. “Pau? Are you okay with that?” Hillary asked her again. As I could feel her hesitation to answer Hillary’s questions I looked away and pretended that I was not interested in her answer. As Pauleen was not asking her questions Hillary said that we should continue. “Okay, it looks like you were okay -”

Like a word waiting at the tip of your tongue. But, not yet. Almost.

Even now, when he was clearly trying to be warm, there was something about him that made her hesitate. “…Is it okay if I call you that?”

The Woman Steps Forward “You shouldn’t go there.” Her voice was calmer now. But there was something beneath it. Not authority. Not control. Concern. Real concern. That Stops Me Just for a second. Because this is the first time— She doesn’t sound like she’s trying to control me. She sounds like she’s warning me. “Why?” My voice softens slightly. Not weak— But curious. Cautious. She Hesitates And that hesitation— That hesitation says more than any answer. “Because once you go there…”

he said. "What were you briefed for?" I asked. "Someone who would hesitate," he said, and there was something in the way he said it that was not quite respect and not quite surprise, something between the two that had not yet settled into either. I looked at him. "I did hesitate," I said. "I just did it in private." Something shifted at the corner of his expression. It was not a smile exactly, but it was adjacent to one.

He hesitated, weighing his thoughts in his head before giving me a response. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” *******

There was hesitation in my voice. “Yes."

“Unless that’s weird?” “It’s not weird,” I said quickly. Then paused. “It’s just… unexpected.” “Is that a no?” I looked down at my drink for a second. Something inside me tightened. Not pain. Not panic. Something like hesitation I didn’t know how to name. Because part of me wanted to say yes immediately. Another part of me didn’t trust anything that felt this easy. Still… “I’d like that,” I said quietly. His face softened instantly. “Cool,” he said like he wasn’t trying too hard to make it a big deal. “Then it’s a yes.”

But as I reached for it Something shifted. Because for the first time I hesitated. Not from anger. Not from pain. But from something else. Something smaller. Quieter. More dangerous. Doubt.

Would one mistake make him question everything even if he truly believed within what you two have? Her breath catches. It is only barely noticeable as just a slight hitch. I learn of it since it does exist. Her eyes flicker as her fingers twitch like she wants something, I see her steadying herself. She flinches, it is barely there, yet I catch it. I always catch it. That confirms all I require herein. She insists “He's not like that” but less certainty is in her voice. Also her voice is of a rather quiet nature. That hesitation right there is exactly what I need.