Sabrina curls up against her, flushed and damp skin be damned, happy and utterly besotted, giving Rosie's lower lip a fervid suck as fingers wind into her hair. She doesn't think she could do much else at the moment if she tried, though her fingers skim up the plane of Rosie's midriff.

Not many things feel as if they fit these days, but she can feel the rightness of this, like turning a key in a lock to hear the click.

"I'm in love with you, you know," she whispers, pulling back just enough to look at Rosie's sweet, swollen mouth, for Rosie to see her wrecked and glimmering with happiness.