He isn't quite carrying me, but I can't help but let out noise as my feet nearly lift right up off the floor. He walks me backward to the bedroom, me on my tiptoes the entire way, my hands grabbing at the shirt at his back.

"Okay," I reply, letting out a breath of relief I hadn't even realized I'd been holding. As much as I've thought about stuff with Jack, especially lately, I'm not sure I'm really ready for everything. Maybe that'll change in the heat of the moment, I don't know, but just thinking about it makes me feel a little panicked.

Pulling in a breath, I step a small step back, though I can't quite seem to stop touching him, my hands smoothing down his sides, clutching at the fabric of his shirt and tugging faintly. "As long as I get to touch you, too. You have no idea how long I've been thinkin' about this."