It's far, far from the first time I've seen Jack without a shirt. But there's a big difference between seeing him shirtless in the locker room or the gym or swimming than in my very own bedroom.

I darn near swallow my tongue, staring as he sits on the edge of my bed.

He has his hands on my sides seconds later, pulling me gently to stand between his knees. My hands are only shaking a little as I run them up over his arms and shoulders and he leans in, his face pressed to my stomach. "Oh," I breathe, sliding one hand up the back of his neck and into his hair as I struggle to remember how to breathe. "Well, uhm. Back... Back when we were at Samwell, I used to think about you sleeping just across the hall from me and when... when I touched myself, I'd wonder if you were, too."

I can feel my face go hot as the words fall from my lips. It's not something I ever anticipated telling anyone, much less him and I suddenly wonder if it's too much already.