There's a flicker then, just a slight dimming of Jack's expression that makes a lot more sense when he starts talking.

Mortified, I feel my cheeks go pink even as he slides to press kiss to my lips, clearly more amused by mistake than truly upset. Though now I can't stop thinking about how quickly he'd responded, how adamant. It's been no secret at all that Jack's way more experienced with all this stuff than I am, that we're both just sort of waiting on me to be comfortable, but I guess I hadn't realized just how much Jack wants that.

"It's a song," I tell him a little weakly, my hands sliding up his arms. "I just thought it was..." I trail off, shaking my head because that's not really what's important here. "You know I want to, right? With you."