The kiss forces Jason's eyes closed; her lower lip against his own causes him to shudder involuntarily. He can feel the gooseflesh appear on his arms, and suddenly, he wonders why he brought a coat when she can set him on fire just by doing that.
"That was seven, Gorgeous." he says, and this time he kisses her, gently running his fingers up along her spine, beneath her hair and up the back of her neck, before letting them retrace the way down to base.
"That was eight." he smiles. "And it's hard to think about the lab when you're constantly resetting my brain like that." Jason says.
"Maybe Ah'll go into the lab tomorrow. Ah'd rather have good company today." he says.
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