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have to be on stage in twenty minutes, but it’s like a half hour set. And it’s barely ten minutes walk from here. Come and listen to some music, on a Saturday night, in Nashville. You can walk out at any time. But if you don’t, we’ll have a drink together and you can tell me more about your prejudice towards younger women. I’ll listen, I promise.”
“Are you all talk?” she asked softly, drawing back to meet Kinsey’s eyes. “Or are you going to be able to make me come?”
“But I want the version where I make you breakfast in the morning.” She let her fingers dip just lightly under Rosalie’s shirt, grazing her abdomen. “The version where I take you to dinner some night soon. The version where if that goes well, I eventually get to tell people about the woman that I’m seeing. That’s the only thing I’m going to want here.”
“I said, you asshole, that I love you. And I don’t want us to fuck because I don’t want you to be my girlfriend or whatever, because we’re literally seventeen and eighteen and we will screw it up in about five minutes flat and then I will lose you! And I just have this… feeling… that you’re too important to me for that. So yeah, I needed some space to get over you, so we could move the fuck on. Okay?”
“You can lie to yourself,” she said softly, “but you can’t lie to your best friend. That bitch is paying attention.”
“I thought you should know,” Kinsey said, between short gasps for breath, “how many offers I got,” Rosalie nipped her again, making her buck, “and how many offers I turned down, because it turns out that all I want is you.”
“Is this my reckoning?” Rosalie asked her. “Death by lesbian processing?”
“Listen,” Kinsey said. “You’ve just said like… a whole lot of stuff that I really care about understanding. But can we just focus on the most important point for a second? You lost your virginity with Savannah Grace?”
She got into the cab and Kinsey watched as it disappeared, then she pulled out her phone and called. Rosalie picked up instantly. “I’m in love with you,” Kinsey said, unable to stop smiling. She listened for exactly one, sharp inhaled breath, and then she hung up. Two seconds later, her phone rang. She let it go to voicemail a handful of times, but Rosalie kept calling. “You asshole,” she said when Kinsey eventually picked up. She waited for a beat, then took a breath. “I’m in love with you too.”
“I was just telling Cassidy,” Savannah said, reaching out to slip her hand into Coral’s, her eyes meeting Rosalie’s, “that sometimes, no matter who else we love, it’s really our friends who are the great loves of our lives.”
