He had emphasized enough for one night how women either found him boring. Eventually, Jane would learn of the girl he lost at home for keeping walls around his heart. She could make up her mind on whether to continue or take the path of those before her. Maybe she truly would enjoy his low key manner of being. Jack was honest. She would always have that. There would simply be a darkness he held deep inside that he might never open up about.

It never had with a childhood best friend. Again, maybe Jane was the key to the lock he held there. She was doing wonders now. He grinned very boyishly at her proposition. If there was a mirror to see his reflection in, Jack would possibly be mortified. He nearly gave the impression that he was never intimate with a woman. And that wasn't even the complete reason behind the grin. He was happy she felt comfortable enough to invite him where she lived.

"Might be too soon for biting but never know with sugar and espresso in one's system," he teased while finding himself nestling comfortably with her. "I would very much like more talking. And kissing. I won't lie to you. But I make a promise to be content with whatever you bless me with. This has been the best night I've had in some time. Even if it ended right now." Jack lowered and gave her one last soft kiss before motioning with a nod that they should rise.