Nothing naked had gone on yet.

Brooke hadn't even attempted to kiss the man, though she had strongly considered that option when they were in Paris.

She just...didn't know how to kiss.

Meanwhile, Brooke was all too aware of the waves of pleasure that rolled off of both Stephanie and Marcelo.

She glanced at Danielle, and a short look of guilt flashed over her face. She realized then that her emotions were probably wreaking havoc on her roommate. "Danielle, are you alright?"