You move in on her

"Like what you're hearing, my new friend John?" she teased me after she sang you a few more songs, the sexual tension mounting between you.

"Nothing I like better than a gorgeous Texas girl singing me a song. Unless that same gorgeous Texas girl wouldn't mind showing me around a few places?" you ask her, trying your luck at getting a little further with her.

"I'd like that," she tells you as she grabs your arm and squeezes it, excusing herself to go change into something "more comfortable."

"I hadn't planned on going out on the town this week, but you just never know where life is going to take you, do you?" she mused as she returned to the living space of the bus, now dressed in black leather from head to toe, with the cowboy boots to match.

And it didn't take much longer for you to decide that before you even left the bus with her, you needed to know what your chances of making this a night you would never forget were.

"Or when that guy is going to kiss you..." you whisper to her as you lean into her, your heart racing in your chest as you press your lips to hers, hoping she would accept the kiss.