It's silly, maybe, but something about all that is calming. I've never once really imagined Jack as being promiscuous by any means, but I've always figured he has more experience than me. And he has, obviously. But maybe it's not all that much more. And it's been years like he says then maybe he won't be too disappointed if I do something wrong.

His eyes meet mine again and it's really hard not to just melt under that gaze so I shift in a little closer, my hand smoothing over to his hip. Leaning up, I brush my lips against his, mostly because I want to and because I can, sucking lightly at his bottom lip as I pull away again.

"So you've... I mean, I'm assuming you've done something with a guy before," I say, brushing my thumb against his side. "What was that like?"