That's not something I'm expecting at all and, for a moment, the idea seems so ridiculous I almost laugh. Jack found me attractive? Back then? It's still surprising even now, though I know there's no mistaking the way he's kissed me and touched, the hard press of proof against me out on the dance floor earlier tonight, not to mention just a few minutes ago. I know Jack most find something appealing now.

It's hard to imagine he's ever wanted me as badly as I do him, though.

He's groaning and burying his face in the pillow before I can remark on it, though, and I relax a little into a laugh, lifting my hand to comb my fingers through his hair instead. "It's kind of hot, honestly," I tell him, staring at the line of his eyebrow, memorizing the exact curve of it now that I can. "Just never guessed the experienced, sexy, older man could ever want me back."