Sabrina knows she needs to pull back, to remind herself that she's waiting-- she's just not very good at waiting, now when she wants something. And she knows now that this is something she wants, to feel the thud of Rosie's heartbeat get faster under the touch of her fingers, or maybe her lips.

She leans forward to rest her forehead on Rosie's shoulder.

"I think," she says quietly, "that there might be some firsts for us too." Her stomach nearly turns over. "Down the road, if-- if you wanted."