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Rosalie’s eyes flicked up to hers for just a second before Kinsey started kissing her throat making her breath catch.
“I…” she managed, before Kinsey kissed her again and her hips tilted up against her, legs coming up to wrap around hers.
“What I’m hearing you say, quite clearly, is that you’d like me to make you come with my actual mouth, rather than just the words that come out of it,” she said, referencing the sheer amount of phone sex they’d had in the last two weeks. Rosalie’s gaze became extremely focussed all of a sudden. She frowned.
“Can’t it be both?”
Kinsey smirked and pulled her up off the couch.
Rosalie looked every bit as good in Kinsey’s bed as she’d daydreamed she would, her pale skin bare in the fading light, her gaze locked to Kinsey’s face as she gasped with pleasure, her red hair tumbling over the pillows as her spine arched. The expression in her lovely eyes as she clutched tight to Kinsey afterward made her heart want to explode. A realization hit her like a flaming arrow.
“This is really happening, isn’t it?” she whispered, holding Rosalie tight, her chest filling with awe.
Rosalie looked up at her. She bit her lip, then smiled.
“Yeah,” she said slowly, like a revelation. “It really is.”
Chapter Thirty
Savannah Grace looked around and smiled. Between her little sister’s album release tonight and her wife’s ongoing tour, she was spending a hell of a lot of time backstage these days, but she didn’t mind it one bit.
Emmeline had turned one last week, a milestone she’d celebrated by quite suddenly taking her first wobbly steps across the living room floor, Brynn bursting into happy shocked tears at the sight. Savannah understood the urge. Their daughter was less of a baby every day and while Savannah too mourned the loss of what they both had agreed would be her last baby, she also found a blooming freedom within Emmeline’s slow wobble towards independence.
Every spare second of the day Savannah was writing. She wrote early in the morning before the household woke; she wrote gazing out the window on Brynn’s tour bus; she wrote in hotel rooms after the kids fell asleep; she wrote with her wife on stolen walks together through strange towns, hand in hand, forever in love with Brynn’s words, her mind, her smile, her voice. She had about eight albums worth of songs already and she knew it would only be a matter of time before the wheel turned again and it was her own tour they’d be on.
Tonight though, she was so damn excited, proud, and nervous it might as well be her own first album launch. Cassidy, epically gorgeous and straight up terrified, shivered beside her as they hung in the wings. The opening act was about halfway through their set and Cassidy vibrated with tension. Savannah cast around for some way to calm her, her gaze snagging on Coral heading their way and smiled.
Coral took one glance at Cassidy and laughed.
“Remind you of anyone?” she said to Savannah, who breathed out a wry laugh, shaking her head. Cassidy looked between them in askance. “This one here,” Coral inclined her head toward Savannah, “literally nearly died the night of our first ever album launch.”
“You did?” Cassidy asked. Her teeth were clenched tight, her whole body jittering.
“More or less,” Savannah said. “I was insanely nervous.”
“You?” Cassidy asked, mouth slightly agape. Savannah shrugged. They’d only been back in each other’s lives a little over a year; her sister’s view of Savannah was still skewed at times.
“Honey when I say literally, I mean literally,” Coral continued. “She was so focused on not fucking up she tripped over a speaker on the way to the stage and fell flat on her face.” Cassidy laughed, thrilled as always by any story that showed her sister in a less than flattering light. “It was barely out of view of the audience,” Coral’s face was smug. “By the time we checked that she wasn’t concussed the crowd was wild. They thought she was just making an epically drawn-out dramatic entrance.”
“Oh my god,” Cassidy’s eyes widened, “now I’m terrified to even walk. What if you just jinxed me?”
“Baby girl it doesn’t matter.” Coral’s smile broadened. “That’s what I’m telling you. Savannah sang the first four songs with a big red floor mark on her forehead and no one cared because she sang like the damn pro that she is. And you will too. You’ve got that magic. The crowd out there?” She gestured to the roar of approval that went up as the opening act finished another song. “They already love you. You’ve already won them over, that’s why they’re here. You’ve done the hard work and tonight you just get to enjoy it.”
Right before Cassidy went on stage Savannah grabbed her and smacked a kiss on her forehead.
“You’ve got this,” she said. “After all, you’re a Grace too. Go show them what you’ve got.”
Cassidy squared her shoulders like football player at the superbowl. She nodded. Kinsey gave her a salute and a stupidly stunning grin over her shoulder as she sauntered out, the crowd roaring. She took her place behind the drum kit, Eliza and Franklin beaming as they took their own spots. Savannah saw the exact moment her baby sister turned into a star. It was exactly three seconds after she stepped out of the wings, the crowd screaming for her and her smile glowing. Without warning, Savannah found herself beginning to cry.
Warm arms slipped around her from behind, her wife tugging her back against her body.
“She’ll be alright you know,” Brynn murmured in her ear. “After all, she’s got us.”
Savannah leaned back against her, appreciating the way her wife always just seemed to know. She knew it wasn’t luck or psychic ability; Brynn just paid unfailing attention. She wiped her tears, watching as her sister twinkled, and glowed, playing her heart out to a packed stadium.
“Actually,” Savannah said after a while, “I’m crying because she’s better than me.”
Brynn laughed low in her ear.
