"Of course you are," she says, her laugh turning into a surprised squeak as he grabs at her--though she doesn't pull away. She never would. "Coming up with all kinds of clever ideas." Pressed as close as they are, it's easy for Rosie to run the fingers of her free hand along the front of his white dress shirt, her fingertips bumping gently against each pearly button.

"Speaking of clever ideas..." She bites her lip, blushing faintly. "There's nothing left to do for Sabrina's surprise, right? Except be ready, whenever it's time."