Waiting On Him Quotes Novels & Stories

Ashford I scratch behind my neck, wishing the ground will open right then and there. He just means that it's not completely normal for another player to come hang out with the opposing team. And here I was, feeling antsy that I won't get to see him again. A thirsty whore probably has better self control than me, with how I've been acting lately. I nod stiffly, "Uh, sure. Where should I wait for you, you know? With the fifteen minutes we have and all."

"But I have a feeling." How does he always say the right thing but somehow never impresses me? Vanessa was watching me with both hands pressed to her mouth trying to contain herself. I turned away from her. "I'll be down in a few minutes," I said. "Take your time," he replied. "I'll be here." I ended the call. “Well, what are you waiting for? Don’t keep that gentleman waiting.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay,” I whispered to myself.

And he smiled. Like someone who is waiting.

I read those four words, and I sit there with the phone in both hands and my heart doing something entirely undignified in my chest, and I do not respond for five full minutes because I do not know how to respond to Worth it, though, without either saying too much or lying. He does not push. He just waits. This is the thing about Leander now, the version of him that keeps showing up at my door and sitting on my floor and holding my son like he belongs there. He waits. He always waits. Shen waited too, but differently, with a warmth that rushed toward you. Leander waits the way stone waits, solid and patient, like he has decided where he is going to be and nothing is going to move him. I type

“The pack needs you. Your family needs you.” I stayed there beside him, seconds dragging painfully slow, waiting, hoping, for any sign that he would open his eyes.

The specific warmth of a person who has been believing something for a long time and is watching it arrive and is not hiding what that feels like. The reader had been waiting for it since Chapter 1. "I told you," he said. "Told me what?" I said. "That you were going to win this." I looked at him. I looked at the message. I looked at him again. "Yes," I said. "You did."

"He wants to talk to you, he is waiting for you." "Marcus I don't remember that we need to talk this evening so let him wait. It's not my fault.” I insisted. "But you know in yourself that he will be waiting for you." "Just let him, " I seriously promise. "Don't be unfair to him Agatha, you know he's been waiting for you for a long time." "But—" I was about to speak but he cut off whatever I was going to say. "Listen to what he wants to say, give him a chance,”

Not waiting for anyone. Just ready for what came next.

This needs to change. “You care for her, don’t you?” I interject. “Mom, I am going to tell you something. Hold on to your hat.” “OK.” Stepping back, I wait for him to take a deep breath, steady himself, and speak. “I want to start off by saying that I am waiting on ALL fronts. ALL. I need you to understand that I am waiting on everything.” He eyeballs me funny. “Ok, you are waiting. Got it, Go on.” “She is my mark mate.” “As long as you are waiting, I am happy to see that you are happy. It makes me happy to see you fighting for her as well. Something you didn’t need to do with me, but I like to see it. Just wait for me, please?” “I am. Even my brothers said I better wait, as did Sydney. She

"Give me time. Let me think. Let me understand what I want, what I can, what I dare. Leave me, please. Leave me." He says nothing. He does nothing. He stays there, in front of me, watching me, waiting for me, hoping. And I know. I know he will wait. He will always wait. He will wait as long as it takes. He will wait until I'm ready, until I stop being afraid, until I stop doubting, until I stop running. He will wait for me to come back to him, to take his hand, to say yes. To finally say what I've never said to anyone, what I've never dared say to anyone, what I've never known how to say to anyone. Yes. Yes. Yes.