Heat floods through Sabrina, enough that she can hardly believe she was cold only moments ago. She knows there's no hiding it, either, the way the color blooms at the base of her throat, the darkening of her eyes. Absolutely, she knows what Rosie means.

"Some of it was new to me, too," she says, just barely biting off a fairly explicit example of it. The touch against her knee sends a shiver through her, and she reminds herself to behave, to let Rosie leads as much as she wants to.

But she's sure she's not hiding how much she wants.

When Rosie says she wants it, all of it, a tiny keening sound escapes Sabrina, pleading and needy. She doesn't trust her voice.