[ James lowers onto his knees and idly rubs a thumb over her hand, nerves kicking in and visible by way of how heavily he swallows. Though her topless state is more obvious at this level, he does a damn fine job keeping his gaze locked on hers, because it's important Bela realizes the sincerity with which he speaks. That it's not just physical attraction keeping him around, drawing him in. ]

I did too. I enjoy every date, I look forward to every time we're going to hang out. I don't want to get you a Christmas gift as a friend, Bela. But it doesn't have to be from a boyfriend, either, I know we haven't- that we- I mean, I know- fuck. [ he's stammering, his laugh as nervous as the swallow, and now his gaze wanders aimlessly above them because he thinks he's fucking it up already. ]