"So'm I, Rose," he said. It was ridiculous that he should feel so... so nervous, it went contrary to everything that was his character. Any other time he'd been with a girl he cared this much about he... he... he'd been exactly this lame, come to think of it. He could flirt with the best of them, but real things were... difficult.
Despite this, or maybe because of it, he slowly reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand. It seemed pretty right at this point, and she wasn't clawing him in the anything, so he didn't stop himself. Gar slowly leaned in, her eyes closed, his eyes closed, he could feel her breath on his lips...
And the door opened. Gar and Rose jumped apart as Emma Frost raised an eyebrow at the two of them.