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“It’s pretty horrible,” Kinsey agreed. “Everyone else is making out and I’m stuck with someone, that as you know, I find extremely repellant.”
Rosalie prayed the cold was strong enough to prevent a full blush but she wasn’t quite sure it entirely succeeded. She definitely felt warm.
“That sounds really hard for you.” She narrowed her eyes at Kinsey. “How absolutely dreadful.”
Kinsey laughed.
“I’m miserable,” she said, and bit her lip against a smile, looking out at the snowy hill.
Rosalie wasn’t sure where to go with that. Kinsey had made it quite clear the day before that she viewed their night together as just a hot casual blip in her life that was clearly full of hot casual blips. It wasn’t like she’d thought Kinsey was going to stay hung up on her, but the understanding that she absolutely hadn’t left Rosalie a little… hanging. She hadn’t imagined the heat of Kinsey’s gaze on her in the hot tub, surely she hadn’t? But then again, last night Kinsey had barely seemed to notice her at dinner and it made her a little crazy.
And now, here, high above the snow, Kinsey seemed to be flirting with her? Rosalie couldn’t tell if she was being toyed with or if Kinsey was just so damn cool about casual sex that this was zero stakes flirting for her. She tried to scoot slightly further away, fighting a slight scowl at the solid metal bar holding them close together.
The night they’d met, Kinsey had told her, her tone low and hungry, that Rosalie was the hottest fuck she’d ever had. Rosalie remembered it perfectly, what with how she’d replayed the moment more than once, alone in her bed at night, right when she was about to come. It never failed to push her over the edge. Was that just one of Kinsey’s lines? Did she say that to everyone? Damnit, she wanted to know.
She was almost on the verge of actually asking her when the ski lift made the top of the hill and they tumbled out to join the others. For the rest of the day, Kinsey was perfectly sweet-natured and easygoing toward her - no lingering gazes, no smoldering eyes - just as if Rosalie was no more than a casual acquaintance who deserved her politeness. Which was what Roalie should want, right? No awkwardness, no uncomfortable moments, no one suspecting a thing. Instead, it made her nuts.
Kinsey had been all in, the night they’d met. The confidence, the smirk, the desperate want, the dirty talk. Her kiss, the way she fucked Rosalie, the traces of tenderness afterward, so adamantly clear that she liked her. Hadn’t she even said something about wanting to beg? And then this? Rosalie gently flicked aside as if there had been nothing between them but a quickie in a bar with a stranger?
Right now, Kinsey lounged comfortably on one side of the sofa in front of the big screen. She wore a pair of gray sweatpants and a long sleeved white henley. Everything about her appearance was casual, but she also looked achingly cozy like she’d be soft everywhere Rosalie touched. Rosalie swallowed and quickly took her place on the other side of the non-couple couch. As soon as she sat, Brynn dimmed the lights and the movie started. It was an old classic, something Rosalie should have liked, but she absolutely couldn’t take her eyes off Kinsey.
The henley was unbuttoned, just enough to show a subtle dip of cleavage. Rosalie couldn’t pull her gaze away from the little gap in the fabric to save her life. When she did finally manage, there was plenty else to distract her too. The cling of the soft, white cotton to the shape of her torso, the curve of her throat, the glimpse of collarbone, the fall of her glossy hair over her shoulder, the fullness of her lips, the sparkle of her eyes… looking back at Rosalie. Oh shit.
Kinsey responded to Rosalie’s unsubtle gaze with a small smirk of acknowledgement and then she… returned to the movie. She didn’t toy with her hair, or bite her lip, or arch her spine just a little, or give any fucking sign, whatsoever, that having caught Rosalie lusting over her, she was going to encourage it one bit. This was what Rosalie got for rejecting her when she had the chance.
Rosalie spent the rest of the movie, gazing almost unseeingly at the screen. Kinsey might be attracted to her, but she was clearly done. There would be no more chasing Rosalie, no more bold seductions, no pushing her buttons or making her pleasantly uncomfortable and Rosalie was bereft. She wanted more. She wanted so much more.
By the time the movie ended, Cassidy was passed out asleep and Lane was too damn cute to move her. Brynn practically carried Savannah off to bed; the tired parents almost asleep on their feet. Kinsey and Rosalie left the room at more or less the same time, and Rosalie found her heart pounding slightly as they walked down the stairs together. Kinsey though, simply smiled and wished her a calm goodnight as she opened the door to her guest room and closed it behind her with a firm click.
Back in her room, Rosalie found herself filled with restless energy. She felt immensely annoyed with the Rosalie of two months ago for fucking things up so spectacularly. Surely there could have been a better way to have managed the situation with Kinsey. There had to have been some way that they could have worked it out so that Rosalie wasn’t left so stewing with regret.
She rolled her eyes at herself and went and took a long shower. She found herself wondering… what if? What if Kinsey was actually just respecting what Rosalie had literally told her she wanted? What if Kinsey still wanted her, the way her gaze in the hot tub had clearly spelled out? What if Kinsey was just as tied into knots as Rosalie was?
A sudden realization hit her as she was brushing her teeth. She knew where Kinsey’s bedroom was. Oh god, she was just there. There was one way Rosalie could get all the answers she wanted. Oh shit, she was doing this wasn’t she? She was. She rinsed, spat and pulled on a robe - the short silky one, rather than the big cozy one - and after a careful tousle of her hair and a quick slick of lip gloss, just in case, she stepped out of her steamy bathroom and pulled open her bedroom door.
And there, right on the other side stood Kinsey.
“Going somewhere?” she asked softly and Rosalie’s heart began to pound. Kinsey was in what must be her version of pajamas, a tight navy blue tank top and tiny matching shorts. Her long silky hair was loose and her eyes were both amused and smug, exactly how Rosalie remembered them.
Rosalie stepped back into her bedroom in wordless invitation, and Kinsey almost waltzed in.
“Were you going to knock?” Rosalie asked, as she closed the door and they faced each other.
Kinsey shrugged one shoulder. “I knew you’d be out any second.”
“You’re still so confident,” Rosalie said, wonderingly.
“And you’re so transparent,” Kinsey said, watching her closely. Rosalie felt herself flush.
“That night we met… I think maybe I made a mistake,” she said quietly. Kinsey tilted her head, considering her.
“I think I did too.”
“You did?” Rosalie was thrown now.
“Yeah. Turns out I just want you, however I can have you.” Rosalie went slightly dizzy. Kinsey stepped closer to her. “Fuck the strings,” she said softly, her eyes dark. “I just want to see you come again.”
Rosalie’s knees went weak.