They could do just this forever, moving and panting and kissing each other breathless, letting each touch of their fingers feel like some new experience. Rosie would be happy to melt into all of it--but the drive for more is a difficult thing to deny. Sabrina's sweater comes off, her bra dark and lovely against her pale skin, and Rosie pulls back just enough to look at her splayed out against the couch cushions.

"I love you so much," she sighs, reaching back to tug at the zipper of her dress, wanting it off, wanting to be bared and stripped for her.