No, it isn't, but I know you'll need them to be replaced soon. She settled easily into a reclined seating position between his legs, resting her head on his chest. Rose closed her eyes and smiled to herself with the gentle touch, and rested her hand on his side. Her thoughts had shifted to him, his soft fingertips, and how they had been getting rather intimately tactile with each other, and her prior thoughts crept up. They weren't quite the definition of flushed, but oh, how she didn't deny him any inch of her if he kept up with that.

You know that's as good as consent, Rose thought with a light smile. And I know you've been very patient.