He watches her and now, even now after all those years, he finds himself just as intoxicated as the very first time he laid eyes on her.

His hand shifts up and rests on her back, on the red silk at the top of her dress, the tips of his fingers upturned into her hair.

"Oh I think you were. I think you still are." Jack responds. His gaze, on first glance, appears soft. But in his eyes there's fire and heat, just waiting to explode.