"I worried too," Sabrina answers, her voice quiet, unused to admitting doubt. "About a lot of things. Some of them that were real and some of them the kinds of things I let myself get distracted by." She allows herself to press soft, open-mouthed kisses to the hollow of Rosie's throat, to her collarbone, to her shoulder. "I think it's important for me to tell you both things, because I don't think I said it clear before. I love you, and I'm in love with you."

Her hand skims up Rosie's ribcage, and back, going for the clasp of her bra.

"I'd like to undress you," she breathes, "And then I'd like you to tell me how you want me to make you come. Not-- like a game, but because I want to know."