Jim presses his lips in, feeling his heart race in his chest. It increases in pace when Mary says his name, and he opens his eyes to look back at her.

His hands ease their hold on her dress, smoothing down the fabric. "Do you... want me to leave?" He's not going to try to make a move just yet, not until he's sure that's what she wants. He promised himself he wouldn't push for more until she was ready and he's absolutely sticking to that, no matter how bad he might want this.