"No, you don't." If he can feel his own heart beat up in his throat, then Jade must have felt it, too. Swallowing hard, he silently begs that he's just imagining things and that his nervousness isn't as painfully obvious as it seems to be in his own eyes. The mirror shatters his hopes, unfortunately.

The chain appears, inch by inch, as Jade undoes the buttons. Pressing back does nothing but push him back into Jade. Any escape routes are blocked -- but what's blocking it is a warm body. His cheek touches Jade's when he turns to face the mirror. It only makes his own feel more aflame. No one's ever undressed him, not since he was a child ... and many years later, not without ripping at his clothes. This, right now, is a very odd mix between the two.

Whether it's leaning forward or back, every move closes the distance between them, just in a different way. Unable to decide what's better, he shifts back and forth. "Tch. Feels like I'm tied up right now."