Because Bristol looked so vulnerable standing in front of Annie, Annie pulled her into her arms and held her. “You read me right. Now go get some sleep before you don’t.”

When Bristol closed the door to her bedroom, Annie sank onto the bottom bunk. She didn’t have the strength to climb up. What had just happened? She touched her lips and found them tender and still tingling from Bristol’s mouth. Holy fuck. She’d just kissed Bristol Baines. No way was she going to sleep now. Her energy level was off the charts, and she had no way to blow it off. She got on her phone to see if Bristol had posted the photos. She had, and so many people were delighted but also supportive. The queer internet was already speculating. There were only a few jealous remarks, and Annie scrolled past them. Nothing could have spoiled her mood. Not even snippy comments on their photos. If they only knew what had just happened here.

* * *

Annie heard footsteps and shrank into the bunk when she recognized Lizzy’s voice. She checked the time on the phone and was shocked to find that it was almost eleven. Lizzy knocked softly on Bristol’s door.

“Bristol? Are you awake? Are you alone?”

Annie didn’t like what Lizzy was implying. She pulled back the curtain. “Well, I’m not in there, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Lizzy looked at her in surprise and completely avoided what Annie had said. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

Annie shrugged her off. “It’s time to get up.”

“Late night?”

It was Annie’s turn to ignore Lizzy’s question. It was weird how hot and cold Lizzy was with her. One minute she acted like she liked her and the next looked at her with such disdain. “How much longer until we get to the arena? It seems like we’re getting close.” Annie could feel the bus idle in traffic.

“We’re about five minutes from pulling into the Chase Center. We have rooms at the Rembrandt. I’ll have Vaughn email you the room information and key so you can freshen up. I know you’re not on tonight, but you’ll have access to everything like before.”