Sabrina was useless for the first week after she returned home from New York. She was sad and confused and angry and all manner of other messy emotions that she wasn't accustomed to having to process all at once. She didn't feel like doing anything – her suitcase stayed packed for days – and she had take out for dinner nearly every night because cooking required way more effort than she could muster, although, pouring herself drinks was pretty easy.
Even when Sabrina returned to work, she moped around hardly speaking to anyone and performed her duties with little to no enthusiasm. When co-workers finally asked what was wrong, she used the stress of moving as the excuse for her lethargy and overall melancholy.
Honestly, Sabrina was miserable because she missed Dan, and admitting that to herself left a bitter taste in her mouth that no amount of take out or alcohol could remove.
And Sabrina was still irritated over the fact that he'd gotten upset and left that night. All she'd wanted was fun, and it had somehow turned into more than fun. But exactly what it had turned into she wasn't sure. She knew she wasn't ready for anything committed, but Dan…Dan was different somehow. She knew what she felt for him was unlike what she'd felt for other guys. She'd been able to walk away from and get over guys fairly easily. While she'd walked away from Dan, she certainly couldn't get over him.
Sabrina was just a mess.
Christmas had always been Sabrina's favorite holiday. She would pull out her many boxes of decorations, play some Christmas records and take her time turning her apartment into a winter wonderland. She would always take some garland and ornaments to work and make her desk just as festive as her home. Co-workers teased her good-naturedly about her constant playing of holiday tunes and the numerous pairs of Christmas themed earrings that she wore, but it never bothered her. Often times, she would even bake cookies and take to work to share with everyone.
Not this year.
Christmas came and went without any of its usual frivolities. Sabrina just wasn't into it. She didn't decorate. She didn't wear any of her usual holiday accessories. She certainly didn't bake any cookies. When Christmas Day arrived, she spent most of the day in her apartment watching movies until her best friend insisted that she at least come over for dinner – which she did, reluctantly. She was home less than two hours later, however.
It was the worst Christmas ever.
New Year's was more of the same. Sabrina always found a party to attend and, more often than not, had someone to ring in the new year with, as well. Michael – one of her co-workers and also one of her friends-with-benefits – invited her to a party, but she wasn't in the mood for any kind of celebrating. Instead, she stayed home, dressed in her pajamas and wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, to watch the ball drop and mentally torture herself by wondering if Dan had kissed anyone at the stroke of midnight. Most likely.
Sabrina didn't even try to stop that tears when they fell.
Sabrina spent January and February packing and finishing up some projects at work. Her last day was February fifth, and a few of her co-workers took her out for drinks. She knew that Michael was hoping to continue the celebration at her place, especially since New Year's hadn't worked out, so she invited him over, hoping that he could make her forget all about Dan.
She'd always enjoyed time with Michael. He was a couple years younger than her and reminded her of the actor, Johnny Depp, with his dark brown eyes and chestnut hair that almost touched his shoulders. They'd played together off and on since last June; they were similar in so many ways and always had a good time together.
When time came, however, Sabrina hadn't been able to go through with it. As she'd kissed Michael, all she could think about was Dan – how much she wanted Dan and how much Michael was not Dan – so she'd eventually apologized with the excuse of being a little too drunk to play and walked him to the door.
And that had made Sabrina mad for a week.
No matter what Sabrina did, Dan was always on her mind. She often wondered what – or perhaps who – he was doing, if he thought about her at all or if he ever asked Harry about her. She'd even considered calling her cousin just to see if he might mention Dan, but she quickly decided not to; she'd be there soon enough. She'd initially told herself that what she felt for Dan would dwindle after she returned home – she'd counted on it – but it hadn't. She wanted him now as much as she'd wanted him then. And what really perplexed her was that it wasn't just the physical aspect that she missed. She missed their conversations and his playfulness and spending time out in the city together and so much more. Photos of them sat on the nightstand by her bed – they'd been there since she returned from New York – and she gazed at them longingly every night.
Sabrina really, really missed him, and part of her regretted ever visiting her cousin.
"Girl, what the heck is going on with you? You haven't been yourself since you came back from your vacation. Does it have something to do with the man in the photos by your bed?"
Sabrina's closest friend, Maeline, was helping her pack up some things in the bedroom. They'd met about ten years ago at a previous job and were fast friends. While Sabrina was often hesitant and wishy-washy, Maeline was direct and blunt. Her friend was also Italian and from Brooklyn, so she had learned early on not to bullshit her. They'd had a lot good times over the years along with a few heated – but good-natured – arguments, as well.
"Yes, it has to do with him," Sabrina admitted with a sigh, sitting down on the bed. "His name's Dan."
"He's the one you met in New York, right?"
"Yeah."
"Is he the reason you left early at Christmas?"
"Pretty much."
Maeline glanced at the numerous photos on the nightstand and then looked at her again. "You sure seemed happy," she commented. "So why the long face?"
Sabrina shook her head. "It's complicated."
Maeline studied her for a moment. "You still have that bottle of wine from the other night in the fridge?"
"Yep."
"Well, honey, I'm going to pour us some, and then you can explain the complications. I wanna hear all about the man that has my friend so flustered."
Sabrina smiled as Maeline left the room. She was going to miss her.
"Well, no wonder you're all messed up," Maeline laughed as she drained her glass. "You love him."
Sabrina's mouth dropped in indignance. "I most certainly do not! I barely know the man!"
"You don't have to know every single detail about a person in order to love them. And there are all kinds of love, too. But, in some small way, you do love him."
"I really don't think that's – "
"No? Then why are you so spooked by him? Why are his photos by your bed? Why didn't you just tell him you were moving? Why were you so hurt when you saw that lady on his lap? I could go on and on, honey."
Sabrina's gaze was pleading with her friend. "Please don't, Mae."
"And what would be so wrong with loving him, anyway? He sounds like he's right up your alley, so to speak."
Sabrina drained her glass and reached for the bottle for a refill. "You know I don't do relationships."
"Hmm. I'm certainly no relationship expert – having been divorced twice – but I do know this…those special relationships that movies are made about don't happen very often. And you will not have any friends-with-benefits when you're eighty."
Sabrina shrugged. "I might."
"You won't," Maeline insisted with a shake of her head that sported a messy bun of black, frizzy curls. "You'll just be lonely. And probably living with me."
Sabrina couldn't help but laugh. "What's wrong with that?"
"I'll be in my nineties and a cranky bitch by then. I won't want your mopey ass around."
"You know you love me."
Maeline lifted a bushy eyebrow and gave her a pointed look. "And you love him."
Sabrina huffed and looked away. Maeline should have known her better than that. Love was not something she was looking for.
"Look," her friend continued. "What have you got to lose? Just talk to him. He sounds fairly reasonable from what you've said. I mean, be honest with him, you know? If he wants too much too soon, then leave him be. But at least give him a chance, okay? Give whatever you're feeling a chance. You will regret it if you don't. And regrets suck, trust me – I have way too many."
Sabrina bit her lip. "Maybe," was all she said.
Four days later, Sabrina was packing up her closet – mainly her winter coats and boots – when she found herself continually looking over at the photos that were still on her nightstand. After sealing up the box that she'd been working on, she walked over to her bed, climbed in and lay back against the pillows. Grabbing the photos, she allowed herself to get lost in the memory of each one.
Their first photo was taken at the courthouse by Mac a week after they'd gotten together. The next one was taken by Harry when they'd all had dinner together days later. Then there was a photo of all three of them with the Statue of Liberty in the background. Dan had asked someone walking by to take the one of them sitting on a bench in Central Park smiling at each other.
They looked ridiculously happy in all of them. It made Sabrina smile even now. She was happy or had been at the time. She rolled over to get the other three photos out of the nightstand drawer and started giggling when she looked at them. Dan had brought his Polaroid over so that they could take a few 'fun' photos. She'd taken one while he was asleep – mussed hair, slacked jaw and all – and then there was one of him standing in the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist as he fixed his hair; comb in one hand, hair dryer in the other. Her favorite one, though, was of him in bed naked among messy sheets that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He was lying on his back propped up on his elbows with his long, bare legs crossed at the ankles. The sultry look on his face still caused her thighs to tighten. He had taken some of her with the Polaroid, too, which was interesting since she'd never been one for doing that sort of thing. She'd trusted him, though, so she hadn't given it a second thought.
Sabrina had picked the perfect time to visit New York; there were so many fun things to do. Dan had taken her to watch the ice skaters at Rockefeller Center before attending one of the Rockette's Christmas shows which had left her overwhelmed at the ladies' phenomenal talents. They'd walked the streets perusing the lavish window displays arm in arm as they drank hot chocolate that he'd bought for them from a street vendor. They'd even stopped by one of the tourist shops where he'd insisted on buying her the stereotypical tight-fitting 'I Love NY' shirt which she'd proceeded to put on in the shower later to get it soaking wet for one of the Polaroids that he took of her.
One of the most thoughtful things Dan had done for her was surprising her with a visit to one of the animal rescues that his foundation contributed to – he knew how much she loved animals. She'd enjoyed playing with the dogs and cats there and even had the opportunity to feed a couple baby ducks who'd lost their mom. Afterwards, when they'd walked down a quiet neighborhood street heading back to her hotel, Dan had spotted some wild mistletoe growing in a poplar tree. He'd held her hand and twirled her around once as if they were dancing before pulling her close to him underneath the bushy plant and kissing her sweetly. Though there had been snow on the streets and a chill in the air, she had been warm and cozy in his arms.
It was then Sabrina realized tears were slipping from the corners of her eyes and sliding down her cheeks. Dan had been everything that she'd ever desired in a man. Was she really going to ignore that? How would she ever live with herself if she did?
In April, a week before her moving date, Sabrina officially decided that as soon as she got settled in her new place, she was going to make a beeline to the courthouse and talk to Dan. She wasn't sure how the conversation would go, but she hoped that maybe they could work something out. She had to try. Any man that could capture her attention like he had couldn't be ignored. Maeline had been right about everything. Sabrina could finally admit to herself that she cared about him – dare she think she loved him in some small way – and she had to see what might happen with him or she'd regret it. And Sabrina didn't do regrets.
"All right, everyone – see you tomorrow," Harry announced with one last pound of the gavel, adjourning court for the night as the courtroom slowly emptied.
Dan walked back to his table to pack up his briefcase when two women – tall, blonde twins dressed in shimmery, skimpy red dresses that barely reached the middle of their thighs – rushed over to him, their high heels clicking on the floor.
"Can we go now?" the one with green eye shadow asked, her hands running up and down one of his coat-covered arms.
"Yeah, Dan," the one with blue eye shadow added, slipping her arms around his waist. "We went shopping at Naughty Nina's earlier today just for you."
Dan stilled, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. "Naughty Nina's? The place with the laser light vibrators?"
"Uh huh," both girls cooed, cuddling against him.
"Oh God," he gasped, slamming down the lid of his briefcase and holding up one hand. "Okay – just wait one more teensy weensy minute, and we'll go. I have to have the judge sign a couple little legal forms. Don't move a muscle. Well – " He grinned. " – those internal ones couldn't hurt, I suppose."
The girls sat down on his table and swung their legs back and forth while Dan rushed across the hall and into Harry's office.
"Sir, I need you to sign – "
Sabrina's heart almost leapt out of her body as Dan stopped just a few steps past the door, his eyes wide with shock. She couldn't tell if he was happy to see her or not.
Dan gathered himself quickly, glancing down at the folder in his hand. "Oh…Sabrina…um…it's good to…uh…see you again."
"It's good to see you, too." Sabrina grinned where she stood at the front of Harry's desk, her heart racing like a young foal in its first Kentucky Derby race. She had been in her cousin's office for the last hour, trying to figure out the best way to surprise Dan. The stunned expression on his face was priceless; this was better than anything she could have planned.
Harry glanced back and forth between Dan and Sabrina and then quickly stood. "I'll just take those forms and sign them in the courtroom," he announced, grabbing the folder and leaving the two of them alone.
Dan nervously shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around the office. "So – uh – how long is this vacation for?"
Sabrina heard the edge in his voice and recognized the consternation in his eyes; she didn't blame him. "This isn't a vacation," she answered with a smile, excited to finally tell him her news. She noticed that his hair was longer and a bit more salt and pepper in color than she remembered. He looked good, and images of him in bed began to dance around in her mind like a sultry striptease, which she didn't need.
Dan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't think I understand."
Walking towards him, Sabrina took a deep breath to try and calm herself. She'd thought about this moment for weeks…imagined how it would play out in a hundred different ways. "I probably should have told you earlier, but I – "
It was then that Dan's twins slinked into the office, each looping their arms around one of his.
"Time to go," the one with blue eye shadow purred.
"Yeah, we still have to buy batteries," the one with green eye shadow reminded him with a wink.
Sabrina's eyes enlarged, and her jaw dropped. She wasn't sure if she was more hurt or angry about the women cuddling up to him. She looked back and forth at them and thought that she might be ill. Are they how he'd been filling in his spare time? Had he even thought about her at all? Had she completely misjudged him? Had she spent the last few months pining over him for nothing?
"For the flashlights!" Dan exclaimed, stepping away from the women and shaking off their hold on him as he laughed nervously and crossed his arms. "We have to get batteries for the flashlights to take to the kids at the orphanage!"
Sabrina narrowed her eyes as she glared at him. She felt like a fool – again. She'd driven herself crazy for months trying to figure out what to do with her thoughts for him, and here he was with the likes of them. She hadn't even been with anyone since him; she was an idiot for hoping that he'd done the same. He must not have missed her much at all. Anger began to bubble within her like a cauldron about to boil over. "Felt something special with me, huh?" she spat. "Wow. That didn't last long, did it?"
Harry ran in then, frantically looking around and putting two and two together instantly. "No, no, girls. The cafeteria is the other way," he exclaimed, grabbing each by an arm and roughly pulling them out of his office.
"Don't bother, Harry!" Sabrina called out, but he kept going with the girls as she turned her attention back to Dan. "It's certainly good to know that you're no longer empty! God, I can't believe I fell for that! I've been driving myself crazy for months trying to figure out my stupid feelings for you while you've moved on to…to double the fun! What else was a line of bullshit, Dan?"
Dan pointed at her, obviously offended by what she'd said, his eyes wide and nostrils flaring. "Hey! I poured out my heart to you, and you walked away from me. I gave you all that I had – which I know may not be much – but you just tossed it aside like yesterday's newspaper! And for the record, everything I wrote to you in that letter was true!"
"I bet. Well, I'm sure you won't let them slip through your fingers," Sabrina scoffed, grabbing her purse and rushing past him. She was furious. She'd thought that…but she stopped herself and shook her head. It didn't matter what she thought. She'd yell at Maeline later for putting silly love notions in her head. She should have known better.
"Where are you going?"
"None of your business! Go find your twins!" Sabrina yelled at him, rushing from Harry's office and slamming the door behind her. She had to get away from him.
As she ran for the elevator, Sabrina heard Dan open the door and call after her, but she ignored him. She was done – all of the tears the last few months…all of the reliving memories…all of the confusion…just to arrive and find him with not one, but two women. What had she expected, though…a proposal?
"Sabrina, wait!" Dan tried one last time, but he reached the elevator a few seconds too late, and the doors closed.
And then Sabrina's tears fell. Again.
Once Sabrina returned to her apartment, the tears had dried up, but the anger had returned. She was livid, both at herself and at Dan. She flung her purse to the couch and stomped into the kitchen. Grabbing the rum from the counter, she unscrewed the plastic top, threw it to the counter, and didn't even bother with a glass as she took a long drink straight from the bottle. It was the only way she knew to douse the maelstrom churning inside her.
Thirty minutes later, there was a frantic knock on Sabrina's door. Assuming she knew who it was (and assuming her cousin had told him where she lived), she considered not answering. She saw no point and, quite honestly, was getting tired of the back and forth bit, anyway. She'd also had a lot of rum, so it was safe to say that she was tipsy.
But the knocking continued.
Rolling her eyes, Sabrina slammed the rum bottle down to the coffee table, stood and rushed over to the door, her head feeling like it was floating above her shoulders. She looked through the peephole to confirm who it was, and her ire soared to new heights. The rum might have helped.
Yanking open the door, Sabrina glared at Dan, her eyes narrowed to slits, and she noticed that he appeared as angry as she felt, his lips pressed together and face flushed. "What the hell do you want?" she snapped. "I don't have enough batteries for your girls."
Dan physically pushed by Sabrina to enter her apartment, throwing his wool coat and suit coat down onto the nearby table. "What I want is to talk to you. Why do you always have to run away? Why can't you just talk to me?"
Closing and locking the door behind him, Sabrina crossed her arms. "Because I saw what was going on, Dan. I have eyes, you know. What's there to talk about? Which one's going to go first?"
"Obviously neither of them since I'm standing here arguing with you!" he exclaimed, his hands on his hips.
"There's the door," she said calmly, pointing to where he'd just come in.
Throwing his hands up in the air, Dan asked, "That's your answer for everything, isn't it? To just walk away?"
"What else can I do? You had two women cuddled up to you that you obviously had plans with. Far be it from me to stop you. I mean, hey…twins! That's got to be a lot of fun, yeah?"
Dan pursed his lips together and took a step towards her, his hands clenched into fists by his side. "You are the most infuriating woman! I'm standing here with you and not them. What does that tell you?"
"I don't know – that you're resting up for round two maybe?" Sabrina shot at him, jutting her chin out defiantly.
"Would you just stop with that for a minute?" Dan asked, his irritation obvious as he held up both of his hands. "Why are you even here? You said it isn't a vacation. What is it then?"
"It doesn't matter!" Sabrina yelled, unable to contain her frustration any longer.
"Yes, it does!" Dan yelled back at her, his eyes frantic and chest heaving.
"I live here, all right?" Sabrina exclaimed, waving her arms around. "This is my apartment. Moved up a month ago. Now get out." She pointed towards the door again. Her fuzzy brain reminded her not to move so fast.
Dan's face went blank as his shoulders fell. "Wait…you – you moved here? You live here now?"
"Yep, but it's not like it matters. Get out."
"I'm not leaving, dammit!"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm trying to talk to you, but you're being ridiculous!"
"Oh, I'm being ridiculous?" Sabrina exclaimed, pointing to herself as she took a step closer to him. "I think writing a letter to someone and not meaning what you say is more ridiculous."
Dan's jaw muscles twitched as he stared at her. "I told you everything I said was truth," he repeated, his teeth clenched.
"Yeah, you said a lot with those women hanging on you, too."
Dan looked around and saw the photos of them on her coffee table near the rum bottle. He grabbed a couple and held them up in front of her. "Is this why you're here? Am I the reason why you're here, Sabrina?"
"Give me those." Sabrina reached for them, but Dan was too quick and stepped away from her.
"No, answer the question. Is this why you were in Harry's office? To see me?"
"Yes, like an idiot, I was going to surprise you. Now that's over. Get out."
"Stop telling me to get out!" Dan thundered, waving the photos again. "What does this mean, Sabrina? Were you hoping that we'd spend time together again?"
"Yes!" she yelled, emotion slowly rising through the rum-filled haze that muddied her brain. "Okay? Yes, I was hoping that we would because for some stupid reason that I'm trying to figure out at the moment, I missed you!"
"Did you move up here for me?"
"Hell no. I've been planning this for months." Sabrina turned away from him and closed her eyes. She needed him to leave.
"You knew when you were here?"
"Yep."
"You never said anything."
"Nope."
"Why not?"
Sabrina lost it then and spun around to face him, unable to control the vitriol in her shaky voice. "Isn't it obvious? Because I fell for a player! What I felt for you scared the crap out of me and, apparently, for good reason. I was terrified of you wanting too much from me, so I didn't tell you. And after torturing myself over it for months, I finally get settled here and decide to tell you, and you walk in with two blond bimbos nipping at your heels! So. Get. Out!"
Both of them stood facing each other, chests heaving and eyes wide with fury. Moving faster than her rum-soaked brain could react to, Dan grabbed Sabrina's upper arms, pulling her to him and slamming his mouth down to hers in a fierce kiss. She used all of her strength and shoved him away from her.
"Get off of me. I'm not going to compete with the likes of them."
Dan grabbed Sabrina again and held her tighter, claiming her mouth once more. "I don't want them," he insisted, walking her a couple steps backward until her back met the wall. "I want you, Sabrina. I've wanted you from the day I met you."
Still pushing against him, she said, "You've got a funny way of showing it."
"Yeah? Then how about this way?"
Dan reached down, grabbed Sabrina's thighs and easily lifted her up, wedging his body in between them as he devoured her mouth in a feverish kiss that allowed her no room to object. "I don't want them," he murmured in between kisses. "I don't give a damn about them. I have missed you so much. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought that I'd lost you."
Sabrina was a mess of emotion as she clung to Dan – her hands clasped around his neck – and the alcohol that she'd consumed earlier wasn't helping. Her guard was down, and the enormity of her feelings for him and the chance that he was being truthful with her caused her traitorous rage to dissipate like a popped balloon. She wanted to push him away from her again, but a bigger part of her never wanted to let go. A familiar burn began in her throat, and she forcibly swallowed, hoping it would cease. "But you – "
"Tell me you missed me," Dan pressed, nipping at her neck as he gently pressed her against the wall. "Please Sabrina."
With her heart hammering inside her chest, Sabrina gazed into Dan's eyes when he lifted his head. Desperation for her to believe him shone brightly, and they pleaded with her in such a way that made her believe him. Perhaps he deserved a chance. Perhaps they did.
"Dan, I…I missed you so much," she finally admitted, her heart clenching painfully as her eyes filled with tears. "And I've thought about you every day since I left."
With a small smile of relief, Dan asked, "You have?"
"I have," Sabrina confirmed with a nod. "I had our photos on my nightstand and looked at them every night, reliving all of our times together. I'm sorry I stormed out of Harry's office, but I – "
"You were justified. I don't blame you."
"I know, but like you said, I was gone, and you had no idea that I would be back," Sabrina told him. "There's no commitment to me. You're free to do whatever you want to do. I was just being unreasonable and - "
"Maybe it's time to change that then. Maybe it's time for a commitment."
Sabrina bit her lip and dropped her legs from around his body so that she could stand in front of him. This was what she was afraid of. "Maybe we need to talk."
Dan followed Sabrina over to the couch where they sat down beside each other.
"Is it not time for that?" he asked, concern in his voice.
Sabrina took a deep breath and begged him to understand with her gaze. "Look, I'm going to be real honest here – I want to see you – and often – but I'm not ready for anything committed yet. I don't think either of us is ready for a monogamous relationship just yet."
Dan was nodding. "All right. That's fair. I mean, we have only known each other a month." He shrugged and looked down at his shoes. "Truthfully, I – uh – I might not be ready for anything completely committed, either."
The conversation was so much easier than Sabrina thought it would be. She felt a little silly now for not telling him about moving when she met him. "I'm so glad you feel like that. And I may not even see other guys. I mean, I don't plan to be serious with anyone else, I just -"
"You say that now," Dan interrupted, a hint of submission evident in his tone. "It could change. You could meet your special Romeo when you least expect it. You know…someone that you could trust."
Sabrina was confused again. "You're saying I can't trust you?"
"Sabrina, I have never been this serious about a woman before, but I know that you have doubts. And that's my fault. I've given you plenty to work with."
"Well, I'm here now and not going anywhere, so how about we both start building trust with each other?" Sabrina offered, reaching for one of his hands to hold. "I haven't exactly given you ample reason to trust me, either. We just have to…we have to communicate. Be completely open with each other…especially if we do see some others along the way."
"You can't react like you did tonight if I do."
Sabrina deserved that and gave him a small smile. "I think if we talk about it and agree on an…arrangement, we'll call it…I'm sure I won't. Forgive me, I couldn't – "
"No, forgive me," Dan insisted, lifting one of Sabrina's hands to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of it. "I shouldn't have left you that night, and I should have contacted you after you left. I expected you to make all the effort, not realizing that I needed to make some, too."
A white flag flew in the energy between them. Sabrina heart soared with joy, and she was relieved that she wasn't second guessing herself like she normally did. She wasn't sure what the future would hold, but she was willing to try.
"So, now what?" she asked playfully.
Dan looked towards the hall and back towards Sabrina. "We could go celebrate," he suggested with a sly wink.
His impish grin made Sabrina giggle. "As much as I love the thought of being in bed with you again, how about we take things just a tick slower this time?"
"Slower?"
"Yep. I think that's what both of us need."
"That's a new concept for us, isn't it? I'm not sure I've ever taken anything slow before."
"Yeah…me either. But I don't want this to be like everything else."
"Neither do I, Sabrina. Neither do I."
When Dan cupped her face in his warm hands and leaned forward, his mouth gently joining with hers in a languid, deep kiss, Sabrina didn't think that she'd ever been happier.
Maybe they had a chance.