"I don't think Red Riding Hood dressed like we did," Sabrina says, laughing again. "It's probably the reason I love stockings so much, though." She feels so good and warm; how could she have ever worried that things would be wrong between her and Rosie?
It's different, she knows, than things staying the same.
No, the hand on her leg isn't the same, and Sabrina knows that she's never quite carded her fingers through Rosie's hair like this, her hand finding a motion it knows already, gently possessive.
"I didn't-- we didn't, there. Our first time was after he came here. My first time was with Charlie. New Year's Eve. We broke into a hotel room after the cookie attack. I just knew that I wanted him and I knew that I wanted it on my terms."
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It's different, she knows, than things staying the same.
No, the hand on her leg isn't the same, and Sabrina knows that she's never quite carded her fingers through Rosie's hair like this, her hand finding a motion it knows already, gently possessive.
"I didn't-- we didn't, there. Our first time was after he came here. My first time was with Charlie. New Year's Eve. We broke into a hotel room after the cookie attack. I just knew that I wanted him and I knew that I wanted it on my terms."