Stand By Me: A Sweet Lesbian Romance

“Music and being on tour is my normal. It can be exciting and suck all at the same time, but I honestly can’t imagine doing anything else.”

“Well, you could always come and work with me,” I said with a laugh, gesturing at the store.

“I’ll hold you to it,” she said with a smile, turning back the way we came. “Should we head back?”

“Yes, please,” I said, shivering for warmth. “It’s freaking cold out here.”

She laughed, then leaned her head on my shoulder. “We could always stay in your shop,” she teased, forcing butterflies into my stomach.

“Tempting,” I said, my voice shaking the slightest bit, “but I left the sleeping bags at home.”

“Shame. It would’ve been fun to camp out in the tower.”

“I’ll be sure to remember that.”

Spending the evening with Cassidy had been a blast, and if camping out in the tower meant I got to spend in even more time with her, it was definitely something I’d have to do before she went on tour. It would certainly be a fun way to see her off.

Pushing my fears aside from the time being, I walked with her, enjoying the cold evening air regardless of the goosebumps prickling all over my skin. Most of them weren’t because of the cold, anyway, my mind completely focused on the tower and how I could make it more magical than it already was.

And that’s when I had an idea.

“What are you doing Friday night?” It was still a few days away but would give me just enough time to finish what I had in mind.

Cassidy gave my question some thought and shrugged.

“Probably working on my music, why?”

“You don’t have a date with David?”

She wrinkled her nose and batted a hand at me. “He wishes.

No, it would just be me. Why?” She gave me a suspicious glance, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “What are you planning to do?”

“You’ll see. You won’t be allowed to see me all afternoon, but if you want to drop by around six, I should be ready.”

She frowned, but after giving it some thought, she agreed.

“Six o’ clock it is. Anything you need me to bring?”

“Just an overnight bag and possibly some chips.”

Her grin widened. “Chips are something I can definitely do.

Now I want it to be the end of the week. Are you sure you can’t do it tomorrow? I’m free,” she added in a sing-song voice.

I shook my head, laughing at her when she gave me the most adorable look. “Friday,” I told her again, “and no sooner than that.”

She released a huff, then hugged her arms around mine.

“You can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

“It’d better be.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll have to come up with something better, and I suck at surprises.”