[ Jesse doesn’t say anything for a second. He just looks at her, still holding her hand, her question settling between them like an ember instead of a spark. Slow-burning and quiet, but warm all the same. He watches her eyes as they trace his face, the way she studies him like she’s trying to memorize what’s hers to keep. It sends a flush of something deep and steady through his chest. It's not just desire, but that calm kind of ache that says you matter to me, even if no one’s saying it out loud yet. ]
Nah, not anymore.
[ He could make some smartass comment, ask Selina what she’s got in mind, play it cool. But there’s something about the way she’s looking at him right now that makes him want to stay in this moment a little longer. No masks. No noise. Just her and him, and whatever the hell they’re building between them. ]
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Nah, not anymore.
[ He could make some smartass comment, ask Selina what she’s got in mind, play it cool. But there’s something about the way she’s looking at him right now that makes him want to stay in this moment a little longer. No masks. No noise. Just her and him, and whatever the hell they’re building between them. ]
Far as I'm concerned, you can have my night.