Lindsey woke up the next morning alone in the hotel bed. Still half asleep, he rolled over onto his stomach, smiling as he noticed Stevie’s scent still lingering on the pillow. He sat up on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing as it replayed everything that had happened the night before. Usually he would reach for his guitar to process such thoughts, but it was currently in the back of his car with the rest of the band’s gear. Not knowing what else to do, he changed into a pair of shorts, grabbed a towel, and headed toward the hotel pool.
Ten minutes after she heard the door close, Stevie turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and went back into the hotel room where she picked out a tank top and a long, flowy skirt to change into. She threw on some light make up and headed down to the hotel breakfast room, hoping to find Lindsey or one of their other bandmates.
On the way, Stevie passed two large glass doors to the courtyard that led to the pool. The courtyard was empty, except for one lone swimmer. She watched, entranced as the swimmer’s head bobbed in and out of the water with perfect rhythm. After a few moments, she realized the swimmer she was staring at was Lindsey. She carefully opened the door and stepped into the courtyard. Approaching the pool, she lifted up her skirt a bit and sat down on the edge and let her legs dangle in the water.
She continued watching Lindsey for a few minutes before he caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye. Startled, he stopped suddenly and made his way over to her cautiously, not knowing where they stood after the previous night.
“I didn’t know you were still into swimming.”
“I was feeling sort of restless and my guitar’s buried under a bunch of other stuff in the back of the car, so I ended up here I guess,” Lindsey shrugged. “Anyway, what are you’d doing out here?”
Stevie caught herself staring at him again, her eyes moving to his sculpted shoulders and chest before quickly looking down at her own legs. “I was just headed down to the breakfast room to grab something to eat and saw you swimming. You weren’t in the hotel room earlier so I thought I’d come say good morning.”
Her eyes met his again, and a smile broke across his face. Not knowing what to say to break the short silence, she returned his smile with a mischievous one, kicking her foot slightly and splashing water at him.
“Hey!” he protested, one arm moving up to shield his face from the water while the other reached out to grab the leg that had splashed him. She laughed, kicking her other leg and splashing him again. “If this is how you say ‘good morning’, I’m not sure I want to share a hotel room with you ever again,” he teased, grabbing her ankle in mid-air. “Or maybe I should just drag you in here with me,” he contemplated, tugging her ankle slightly.
“Lindsey Buckingham! Don’t you dare. I just got out of the shower!” Her eyes pleaded with his. He lowered her leg back into the water before letting go. He pulled himself out of the pool, sitting next to her.
“Alright. I suppose I’ll let it go this time, but only if you agree to go get some breakfast with me?" He offered, hoping to spend as much time with her before having to leave for sound check.
“Deal,” she replied, tossing his towel to him before standing up and turning back toward the breakfast room, Lindsey trailing just a few steps behind her.
