Rosie doesn't kiss her again, but she stays close, leaning in, pressing their foreheads together. A small smile comes to her lips, her cheeks flushing. "That," she says, and her voice is soft, "is something I can absolutely believe."

She holds her tighter for just a moment, arms around her waist, squeezing once and then relaxing. "I do love you, Sabrina. And I'm in love with you. It's...both. As it should be."