Her head spins, a combination of the kiss and the wine, the warmth in the apartment. She lets the kiss linger for a moment and then she turns, keeping one hand loosely tangled with his as she starts to lead him in the direction of the bedroom. Everything in there is deliberately clean and neat, white sheets turned back on the bed. Adaline lets go of his hand and gathers her hair over one shoulder, turning her back to him.

"Unzip me?"