"How on earth is that a tease?" she says, all laughter and playful offense. It doesn't mask the pleased flush that colors her cheeks, or the gentle pull of something--or everything--that settles in her chest. "I'm only trying not to make a mess of us both."

Sabrina turns away, her posture so straight and proper that it's absolutely an exaggeration. Rosie grins, only hesitating a moment before she leans in to brush a light kiss against her cheek, her lips still cold from the ice cream.