"Yes," she says every time Sabrina whispers her name like that, so full of desire and amazement that they've gotten here at last. When she pulls her down, Rosie follows, the blanket sliding to one side as she moves above Sabrina, her hands skimming the curve of her hips and the lean length of her side. They kiss each other like they're starving--and maybe they were, after so many months of being so careful.

Rosie believes she's reading the signals right in the way Sabrina gives in, gives herself over to her. It's a permission she's not going to squander. "I've been thinking about this," she admits, the words murmured against Sabrina's skin as she mouths along her jaw, nips at her earlobe, runs a trail of kisses down her neck. "More and more, as we started figuring everything out."