I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed when Jack's hands still and he slides up to kiss me instead. It's a soft kiss, gentle, and I tip up into immediately, my hands falling to his bare sides, over the lines of his muscles before he rolls to lay beside me.

He's not pulling away at least, his arm still wrapped around my waist and I slip one leg between his, fingers trailing down the firm, flat skin of his belly, finding the little trail of hair just beneath his belly-button and tracing it.

"I'm sorry," I breathe. "I'm... I want to. I do, I promise. I'm just... I've never done any of this with anyone. And I really, really like you, Jack. I don't wanna mess it up."