"I know. I do," Jack said, rising onto his elbows so his back bowed gracefully. "I feel like a fucking woman asking you this," he snorted, "but I know you don't like me fucking other people, and you know I'm not going to stop. Are you honestly okay with that?"

Although he didn't bother to mention that he hadn't done anything more than flirt with anyone in weeks. And he still didn't know anyone he wanted in bed more than House. That spark just wasn't there.

And he both hoped for and feared its return.