It was as if a lightning bolt struck her right in her heart. Bristol wanted to kiss her. She was standing in front of Annie wearing a tank top and a pair of boy shorts, looking vulnerable and nervous as fuck. Annie threw caution aside and crooked her finger at Bristol. She brushed her lips softly across hers. “Does this help?”

Bristol nodded and stood on her tippy-toes to get closer. “This helps a lot.”

Their lips met again, passionately this time, after they’d established consent with the first feathery kiss. Annie broke their connection to slide out of the bunk and stand in front of Bristol. She wasn’t going to let this opportunity get away. She hooked her finger in the waistband of Bristol’s shorts and pulled her flush against her. The moment their eyes met, their mouths connected. Bristol’s lips were full and pressed hungrily against Annie’s. Annie felt both weak and strong as Bristol’s velvety tongue stroked hers. She moaned with desperation and hunger. When was the last time she’d been kissed so thoroughly? Her knees felt weak, but the fire that ignited and spread throughout her kept her upright and greedy for more. She wrapped her arms around Bristol to keep her close.

“You’re shaking,” Annie whispered. “Are you cold?”

“I’m definitely not cold,” Bristol said.

Annie ran her hand down Bristol’s arm and entwined their fingers. “I like holding your hand because I know what you can do with these fingers.” After realizing her innuendo, she covered her mouth with her hand and put her forehead against Bristol’s. “You know what I mean.”

Bristol smiled and swiftly kissed her. Annie knew it wouldn’t go beyond what was happening right now. She didn’t want that with Bristol. She wanted it this to mean more than a one-night stand or a quick fling on a tour bus.

“I know what you mean,” Bristol said.

Annie couldn’t help but smile. She’d known they had chemistry, and the last three minutes proved it. “You need to get some sleep so, as much as this pains me, go behind that door and lock it.”

Bristol giggled and kissed Annie on the neck. Annie moaned as Bristol’s lips and tongue made their way from her neck, up to her jaw, and over to her lips. After another minute of kissing, they broke apart.

“Okay. I’m going.” Bristol dropped Annie’s hand and took a step back. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

Annie wanted to pull Bristol back into her arms for another kiss, but it was getting late, or early, and that would have been selfish. Bristol had a concert tonight, and Annie didn’t want to be the reason she didn’t perform at a hundred percent. “What took you so long?”

“I’m really bad at reading people,” Bristol said.