Dang...

Misty's response shouldn't have surprised Jason. He knew better than to think being in a restaurant would keep her from doing whatever she wanted. Perhaps he just hadn't expected it to come tonight... this quickly. Either way, as her lips touch his, he doesn't resist. 

Closing his eyes, he immediately returns Misty's kiss, feeling a sensation comparable to an electrical shock shoot down his spine. Her hand brushing past his neck again almost causes him to break the kiss, but he manages to relax as her touch finds its way to his hair.

Still caressing her one palm, Jason's free hand slips around her shoulders to rub her back. Withdrawing only slightly from her lips, he tilts his head the opposite direction to lead the second kiss, forgetting about trying to think things through. Ever since waking up in the infirmary without knowing how to read his own emotions, nothing had felt as strongly as this. It was overpowering. It was immediately addictive and he couldn't get enough. It brought on warmth... a rush of adrenaline... excitement... passion... all those things he hadn't felt in so long. 

Almost growing dizzy from the unexpected rush, Jason pulls back slightly to catch his breath, once more leaning his forehead against Misty's. 

"Dang," he breathes, almost choking on a short laugh. His hands continue their soft movements, his eyes piercing hers. "You always kiss like that?"