He smirked as she called after him, though once he was in his room (where he tossed the champagne soaked shirt onto the hamper), his heart started beating. Would this really be it? Him and Jessica? He really liked her. He knew that in some ways he didn't have the same kind of intense desire he did for Gwen, but that was probably better. That was destructive, really, for him especially. What he felt for Jessica was genuine and fun, and now he was nervous. He couldn't ever remember being so excited and nervous about this, and he'd done it quite a few time over the years.
He grabbed a shirt and threw it over his head, moving back into the sitting room. "Sorry about that," he said joining her on the couch, trailing his fingers on her arm on the back of the couch. "Now where were we?" he asked, smirking.