Page 113 of Saving Graces
They fled for the hotel.
Rosalie took a flight home the next afternoon, Kinsey kissing her goodbye as the cab driver tapped her fingers impatiently on the door frame.
“Wait for me?” Kinsey teased her, as if she were staying away for a year. Rosalie smirked, her fingers still hooked through the belt loops of Kinsey’s jeans.
“I’ll consider it,” she said. “If you remember to call once in a while.”
Kinsey shrugged. “I mean… I’ll try.”
“Cool, whatever.” Rosalie shrugged back.
She got into the cab and Kinsey watched as it disappeared, then she pulled out her phone and called. Rosalie picked up instantly.
“I’m in love with you,” Kinsey said, unable to stop smiling. She listened for exactly one, sharp inhaled breath, and then she hung up.
Two seconds later, her phone rang. She let it go to voicemail a handful of times, but Rosalie kept calling.
“You asshole,” she said when Kinsey eventually picked up. She waited for a beat, then took a breath. “I’m in love with you too.”
They listened to each other breathe for a minute. Kinsey was pretty sure she was smiling so loudly Rosalie could hear it.
“Cool,” she said.
Two weeks later the tour bus arrived back in Nashville and as Kinsey stepped down off the bus, she saw Rosalie in the early evening light, leaning back against her car, waiting for her. She straightened up when her eyes found Kinsey’s, lips parting in a smile that made her heart crack. Kinsey pressed her all the way back against the car, kissing her deeply, hearing Coral call get a room on her way past as Rosalie’s hands pulled her in slightly lower than appropriate and stayed there.
Suddenly Rosalie pulled back.
“Hey, Cassidy!” she called and Kinsey looked over to where her bandmate was walking by, hand-in-hand with Lane. “What’s Kinsey’s last name? She still refuses to tell me.”
Cassidy laughed.
“Ugh,” she said, “it’s Fox,” she rolled her eyes dramatically.
Rosalie gave her an incredulous look.
“Are you serious?”
“I know, right?” Cassidy agreed. “Apparently Hot Bitch was already taken when her ancestors arrived.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Rosalie narrowed her eyes at Kinsey, looking thoroughly put out, even as Kinsey laughed.
Rosalie took her home to her own apartment and looked around the place as Kinsey flicked on lights and opened windows, the space already feeling more lived in just by having her walk through the doors.
“Huh,” she said, as Kinsey dumped the entire contents of her duffle bag into the washing machine. “It’s cute. Practically looks like a grownup lives here.”
Kinsey rolled her eyes. “And,” she added, “not a single roommate.”
She kissed Rosalie’s smirk and left her to poke through her things while she put fresh sheets on her bed. When she came back out Rosalie was on the couch, her bare feet stretched out in front of her, phone in hand.
“I was going to order us takeout,” she said, “since I can only assume your cupboards are alarmingly bare.” Kinsey hung in the doorway, just looking at her, a crooked smile on her face. “What?” she said, when she looked up. “What?” She started to laugh as Kinsey still didn’t speak. “Surely you didn’t miss me that much, it was barely even a couple of weeks.”
Kinsey came over and climbed on top of her, kissing her down into the cushions.
“Did you even notice I was gone?” Kinsey asked, as Rosalie slid her hands into her hair, kissing her back, her eyes both warm and definitely hungry.
“Barely,” she denied, then reached down to pull Kinsey’s t-shirt up over her head, a small sound of desire escaping her throat as she ran her fingers over her torso. Kinsey swallowed a gasp as she cupped her through her bra, already teasing her with her thumb.
“So you can wait then?” Kinsey asked. “I don’t need to take you to bed any time soon?”
