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They make short work of getting back to Rosie's place, chosen because it's closer and neither of them are really prepared for the chill in the air. Sabrina thinks it also has to do with wanting to leave those awful few moments behind.

She follows Rosie into the apartment, waiting until the door's locked behind them to toe off her boots.

It's funny, she thinks, maybe not that funny, how shy she feels.

Yes, she's left it to Rosie just what happens here, and yes, she's enthusiastically accepting of even just being able to sit together and be warm and safe. Yes, she would be delighted for anything more than that, and there's been growing heat in kisses exchanged.

But it's still there, this twinge of shyness, this slight bit of doubt in herself-- not, as one might expect, about being enough, but about being too much.

"My hands are freezing," she announces. "Seriously, when did it get so cold?"