“So, together we sing perfectly,” Bristol said. “The fans think so. The messages Dom weeds through daily are amazing. They want us to sing more.” She picked up Annie’s guitar, and for the next hour, they played several random songs. It was the best time Bristol had ever had on the tour.

“It’s five thirty in the morning. We need to get some rest,” Annie said after noticing the time.

Bristol wasn’t ready to say good night, even though she knew they both needed sleep. “Let’s drop a teaser on social media.” She picked up her phone and hit the camera button. “Is a picture okay?”

“Yeah. Totally.” Annie moved closer to Bristol to fill in the frame.

“That’s fine. We’re holding each other’s guitars. That should generate talk,” Bristol said. She tried not to smile so hard, but she was happy. Snap. They took one photo that looked like two friends playing guitars. Bristol swallowed hard when Annie rested her head against her shoulder. Snap. It was precious, and Bristol’s heart sped at feeling any part of Annie pressed up against her. She turned to look at Annie, and they laughed. Snap. Bristol felt like they were in a photo booth. On a whim, Bristol kissed Annie’s cheek. Snap.

Chapter Nineteen

When Annie felt Bristol’s warm lips against her cheek, she almost melted. If the phone wasn’t in Bristol’s hand, Annie would have turned her head and kissed Bristol on the mouth. But Annie wasn’t sure making a move was the best thing. Plus, this was Bristol Baines, international superstar, and Annie didn’t want to fuck things up. No, if Bristol was interested, she would have to make the first move.

“Was that okay?” Bristol asked.

Annie pretended she didn’t know what Bristol meant, even though her cheek still throbbed from where Bristol’s lips had brushed it. “It was fine.”

Bristol handed her the phone. “Scroll through and let me know which ones you’re okay with me posting.”

Annie felt weak with Bristol so close to her. She stifled a shiver when Bristol’s long hair brushed her arm. “I think they all look great.” She took a deep breath, knowing she was about to cross a line between them. “We look good together.” Her voice was low, and when she turned to face Bristol, Bristol was staring at her mouth.

“I’ll post them all. Give them something to talk about. Come on. Let’s get you to bed,” Bristol said. They both blushed at her innuendo.

“Probably a good idea,” Annie said. It wasn’t that she wasn’t confident around women. She just never knew when to make the first move. Tonight wasn’t the night she would try her luck. And five thirty in the morning didn’t seem like the best idea either.