Jack indulged in the kiss. He opened his mouth against hers, just a little, and pressed himself further against Alex, in turn pushing her a little into the couch.

When she pulled back, he opened his eyes and trained them on hers.

"What can I say?" he whispered back. "I like the eighties."

And he leaned forward again to touch his lips once more to hers, one hand reaching to brace at her side, with fingers curling around the line of her waist.

This time, it was him that pulled back, barely more than a breath, and he didn't speak, he just smiled.