Still?

Jason’s eyes widen at Misty’s forward remark, and he can feel a bit of neat rising to the back of his neck.

Recognizing Misty’s playful nature, he quickly narrows his eyes, quirking a grin. Though sore, the fight had been invigorating, he’d accomplished his mission, and kidding Misty back seemed all-too natural.

“Oh yeah? Well if I’m that good, maybe you don’t want to wait for the fight.”

Reaching around Misty’s waist, he pulls her close, his teasing grin pasted on his face as his eyes challenge her daringness. Without even thinking, he leans down closer, pressing his lips to hers, this time letting it stay for just a couple short moments.

Straightening just a little, but keeping his arm around her, he eyes her again. “Still want to be my date to that fight?”