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I don't think she knows.

The only response that would be honest, but Rosalyn finished the statement by combing her teeth gently over the fur at the base of the other woman's ear.

Perhaps she knew more than she thought. Maybe you could show me. It was quiet, a statement despite its nature as a question. Rosalyn still would not be surprised if she faced rejection at any moment - to be mistaken in the desire in the other woman's eyes, the attentions she gave. She hoped she was. She hoped even more that she wasn't.