Page 61 of Saving Graces
“Oh please… stop it okay?”
“Fine.” They walked on, their boots crunching in the snow. “Just one last thing-”
Rosalie shoved her lightly. “You can’t help yourself!”
“Shut up and listen to me. Just… observe the facts.” Savannah lifted her own hand and started counting on her fingers. “Kinsey’s hot. She apparently makes you come so hard you look like a commercial for expensive skin cream this morning.” Savannah smirked at Rosalie’s scandalized expression. She kept counting. “She’s ambitious, independent, smart, funny, secure - I’m running out of fingers here - and she’s a grown fucking adult with great boundaries. She clearly respects you, but she also seems wild about you already, so she obviously has great taste. Cassidy and Lane both have extremely well-honed bullshit monitors and they love her too.”
“I get it, okay?” Rosalie swallowed. “She seems amazing. I haven’t not noticed that.”
“I mean, I’d say she’s wife material, except that I know you’d either break out in hives or pass out in a snow drift-”
“Oh my god, stop talking!” Rosalie held up her hand, her voice getting high. “We’ve known each other for less than thirty seconds, could you sound any gayer right now?”
“Well, look at you with your bisexual erasure,” Savannah sassed her. “Look, just promise me you won’t do with her what you always do?”
“What’s that?”
“Run.”
“Savannah, I love you. But I’m not promising you shit.”
—-
The day was long and dinner excruciating. Rosalie tried not to look at Kinsey. She also tried not to look at Savannah. After dinner, to her immense, irrational annoyance, Brynn - who was sober for god’s sake - suggested drinks around the fireplace and everyone filed out to join her, lazing on the big comfy couches and chatting warmly and easily, like they could be there for hours. Rosalie, barely sipped two mouthfuls of Pinot Noir, before she said she had a headache and wished everyone a good night.
“Hope you feel so much better in the morning,” Savannah said, her face excessively sympathetic and Rosalie managed not to throw a tasteful throw pillow at her head.
She took her time, knowing Kinsey was stuck socializing, so when the knock on the door came shortly after, she looked up in surprise, and a small amount of alarm. She was fresh out of the shower in her robe - the big pink fuzzy one, not the slinky one - but she also knew she couldn’t risk Kinsey hanging outside her room in the corridor either. She opened the door and Kinsey stepped in.
“You made it early,” Rosalie said, trying to hide how flustered she suddenly felt.
“That headache is so contagious,” Kinsey said, “Savannah threatened to test us all for covid.” She looked at Rosalie and a smile spread across her mouth. “Change of pace tonight?”
She reached out and stroked Rosalie’s fluffy shoulder. Rosalie scoffed, ducking away and Kinsey smiled wider. She stepped closer, and her hands moved down to the tie around the robe. “I could still make this work if you wanted me to, you know.” She smirked, her eyes going wicked as she held the fleecy tie.
“Stop it.” Rosalie tried valiantly to glare at her.
“You look fucking adorable.” Kinsey pulled her in close and kissed her, her mouth warm and soft. “Besides,” she murmured against her lips, “you know I’m just going to take whatever you’re wearing off you in about thirty seconds time.”
Rosalie hummed into the kiss she’d been craving all day as Kinsey cupped the back of her neck and deepened it.
“So the lingerie was wasted on you, huh?” Rosalie asked her, already knowing the answer. Kinsey paused.
“I would definitely not say that,” she corrected her. Rosalie’s eyes went to the bed and Kinsey’s followed. She bit her lip when she saw the small selection of silk and lace laid out that Rosalie had been just about to put on. She stepped back, “I mean, please don’t let me stop you,” she raised her eyebrows, “if that’s what you feel you need to do.”
“Would it work better for you than the fluffy robe?” Rosalie asked teasingly, still slightly embarrassed.
“I don’t know.” Kinsey’s gaze was frank. “I’m pretty sure you’d still look hot in a potato sack.”
“That’s literally the other outfit I considered actually.”
Rosalie stepped away and scooped up her underwear, taking it to the bathroom to get changed. She left the door cracked and heard Kinsey’s laughter.
“You understand I’ve seen you naked, right? Like…right up close.”
“Leave me alone.” Rosalie couldn’t help her smile as she slipped into her panties.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Kinsey said from the bedroom, “but do you normally pack sexy lingerie for a vacation in the middle of nowhere with friends?”
