Fine's good. Fine means they're probably not going to repeat this with another shirt and he's not going to spontaneously combust. Though that may happen anyway, considering how close Jade is to his crotch and what he's apparently thinking of doing next.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he glances at the pants he picked. It seems like that happened hours ago. To get into them, he'll have to get out of the ones he's wearing right now first. And it looks like Jade doesn't trust him to do that on his own either.

Outside, some women are talking loudly about their boyfriends. They're laughing, groaning in exasperation, having a great time, apparently. If they knew what was going on behind that door -- shuddering, he cups the back of Jade's head, rubbing his fingers lightly over the skin. It's better than fidgeting. "Okay."