"Oh, you're terrifying," Rosie laughs, letting the squeeze to her hand push away a little more of the sudden tension that had settled within her. "But only in the best way, the way that protects the people you care about."

With Sabrina's legs now draped over her lap and almost pinning her in place, Rosie has no choice but to listen to the rest, none of it really doing much to make her blush any less. It's not quite the answer to the question she was asking, but it's useful and almost comforting information regardless. "And...I want him to make me feel good," she admits, with a small and almost secretive quirk of her lips. "That'll be...well, you know what David was like on that front." Rosie crinkles her nose, making a quick moue of disgust. "And I know it's going to be different, much different, now I'm with Nick. In so many ways. I just...I want to make him feel good too, however...whatever he wants of me."

That he will want something of her is a fact that Rosie doesn't even think to question. Of course he will, even if the timing of it all is her own to set, instead of the almost superficial thing it had been with David--being made to believe her choices were her own, rather than something he'd nudged her into bit by bit until the charade had lost its luster. It won't be that, but it has to be something.