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Post by Moonshine on Nov 19, 2011 19:26:36 GMT -5
He looked at her a minute. "How long ya gonna be in town?"
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Post by Rose on Nov 19, 2011 19:52:45 GMT -5
She shrugged casually. "This was the last stop on the tour, I could technically stay as long as I want," she replied. "Plus, it's not that far from Nashville, really."
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 19, 2011 20:08:50 GMT -5
He nodded, thinking, suddenly nervous. He looked over at her again. "D'ya...would ya wanna...ya know...go out? With me?"
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Post by Rose on Nov 19, 2011 20:47:17 GMT -5
She tried not to sound too eager when she replied. "Yes, I would love to."
((http://t.co/GddTSGlh I hope that link works, and if it does omg I love her))
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 19, 2011 21:24:00 GMT -5
He grinned crookedly at her, taking her hand and squeezing it. "Tomorrow? Where can I pick ya up?" ((I can't check it right now, but I will later. I'm at a spech tournament and we're getting ready for awards  ) |
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Post by Rose on Nov 19, 2011 21:27:42 GMT -5
She bit her lip, quirking an eyebrow as she thought. "Uh... That's actually a really good question. I think we're staying at The Omni hotel a few blocks down... How about I just get your number and I'll call you tomorrow?" Nice one, Rose.
((Ooh! Good luck!))
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 19, 2011 21:36:39 GMT -5
He nodded. He asked one of her handlers for a pen, then took her hand. He wrote his number on her wrist, cradling her hand in his.
((Ok, I have to disappear. I'll update later, but you might be in bed. Ttyl!!))
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Post by Rose on Nov 19, 2011 21:51:33 GMT -5
She watched as he etched his number into her skin, only realizing they were standing quite close to each other when she looked up to smile at him. "Your number has a 16 in it. My favorite number," she informed him, not moving her hand one millimeter.
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 19, 2011 23:16:01 GMT -5
He smiled at her, holding her hand in his. Her skin was so soft and warm. He had the burning desire to nibble at the skin of her wrist, so he finally let her hand go. "Call me later tonight?"
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Post by Rose on Nov 20, 2011 8:23:27 GMT -5
"Yeah," she replied before Bonnie and Mary Alice rejoined them, wide eyed and barely able to get a full sentence out. They took another picture before saying good-bye, though it was somewhat reluctant on both sides.
A few hours later, Rose had put on the hotel bathrobe after taking a shower, careful not to scrub Tyler's number off her wrist. She flopped onto her bed and got out her phone, hoping it wasn't too late to call.
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 20, 2011 11:56:36 GMT -5
Tyler had driven home while the girls chattered non-stop. When they got home, they chattered excitedly with their parents, who finally had to force them to settle down and go to bed.
Tyler had taken a long shower, while his mind kept going back to visions of Rose in that cute little dress and cowboy boots. But then the image had turned into Rose in just cowboy boots, and he decided that a cold shower was probably the best way to go.
He was laying on his back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling when his phone rang. "Hello?"
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Post by Rose on Nov 20, 2011 13:30:57 GMT -5
"Hi, Tyler. It's Rose," she said, smiling shyly as she spoke.
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 20, 2011 13:34:50 GMT -5
He sat up, grinning. "Hey, Rose. I was hopin' you were gonna call." He leaned back against the headboard of the bed. "How are ya?"
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Post by Rose on Nov 20, 2011 14:03:22 GMT -5
"I'm pretty beat," she said with a chuckle. "How are you? I hope I'm not calling too late..."
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Post by Moonshine on Nov 20, 2011 14:05:17 GMT -5
"Nah, not at all. Yeah, I'd guess ya'd be pretty tired. Ya put on a helluva' show tonight, Rosie." He slipped and called her a nickname without even realizing it.
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