There's something so immediately commanding that slips into his tone, and it makes Rosie's head spin. She stares at him for a moment, dazed, but then she's nodding, another of those frantic bobs of her head that sends a curl tumbling across one eye. "Y-yes, Nick," she says. "Anything you want."

She disentangles herself from him and from the blanket, getting up from the couch, then starts towards the bedroom on slightly shaky legs. Once there, she pulls off her sweater and undoes her skirt, peels off the tights she's been wearing now that the weather has turned chillier, before folding all three items neatly and laying them on the chair in the corner of Nick's room. Left only in her bra and panties, both a soft blue, she arranges herself on all fours atop Nick's bed, her head facing the door to the room.