I think

As Misty pulls Jason in again, for some reason, he lets her, without resistance. Her kiss was warm and soft, her hold on him appealing.

Getting lost, when Misty withdraws, he blinks, unsure exactly what just happened. Her fingers running through his hair sends a tingle down his spine and suddenly the teasing seems to have vanished. He swallows hard, feeling the heat in his face, but his arms seem to be locked around her, unwilling to let go.

He studies her eyes, questions, confusion filling his own. Her kiss had been no tease. His return had been impulsive.

His heartrate is quickened as the silence drags on. What he wants, he resists. What he wants, he defies. “I…think we better…go…inside?”