She's hardly a pinnacle of calmness herself, her breath catching as they step over the threshold of her bedroom. It's the only room in her apartment that he's never been in, and she knows should she go through with this she'll never be able to go back.

Sybil breaks the kiss again, her hands slipping to the front of his chest. She's watching them slip over his shirt and what lies beneath. His heart is racing and she smiles, knowing hers is as well. It's reassuring, and though her fingers tremble they're entirely sure as they undo a button.