( sara helps him get her clothes off, arms lifted so he can tug her shirt over her head, bra following suit. her jeans ride low on her hips as she grinds against him in response, humming with pleasure.

nudging her forehead against his, she exhales sharply against his mouth as his fingers seem to tug at a nipple just the right way. her eyes flutter closed and she kisses him softly, unable to fight the proximity any longer. ) I know.

( she pauses. ) Think I've always known, since the beginning. Could tell from the way you and Mick looked out for each other.