Kate's eyes flicked down to my exposed cock for a brief second before she quickly looked away, cheeks burning. "Jack… please. Don't say things like that. It only makes this harder." She paused, then added softly, almost pleading, "But… thank you. For not making this worse. Most men would have run away already."
I pulled on my pants, still watching her carefully. "I'm not most men, Kate. And I don't think you're most women either." I buttoned my shirt halfway, then hesitated at the edge of the bed. "But… before I go… can I at least hold you for one more minute? Just so you know, you're not completely alone in this mess I caused."
She hesitated, biting her lip again. Her thoughts screamed through the bond:
[Yes… please hold me. Touch me. I want to feel you against me again. But Barry could walk in any second… Oh God, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. What is wrong with me?]
Finally, she nodded weakly. "Just… just for a second. Then you have to leave."
