As she steps from her dress, Jack finds himself needing to avert his eyes. She looks utterly stunning, to him, and if he intends to keep a clear head, he'd best not look.
"Of course, of course." He speaks quickly, and if possible, a little flustered. After fumbling with the zip on the dress he hands it over to her, and allows himself just a moment to look at her, to gaze from head to toe. His hand reaches out and holds her waist, half to offer support, half to just be touching her again.
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Date: 2009-04-28 06:56 pm (UTC)"Of course, of course." He speaks quickly, and if possible, a little flustered. After fumbling with the zip on the dress he hands it over to her, and allows himself just a moment to look at her, to gaze from head to toe. His hand reaches out and holds her waist, half to offer support, half to just be touching her again.
"Here," he whispers.