Jason’s heart was still beating way too fast to be healthy, and the palms of his hands itched to touch her. He wanted to keep her close to him, to pull her back and hug her again, even though he knew it would just be a BAD idea. Like, a REALLY bad idea. He had more sense than to shut the lights back off and pull her to him again. Because, if he did that, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from completing the sentence he had started, or from kissing him. Both bad things that did not need to happen. And he knew this. Which was why he took a step backwards, pretending to go check the projector machines to make sure they were working. Why the hell wouldn’t they be working? He knew very well that they were, since he had used them the other day. But he needed space. He could still smell her perfume, or her shampoo, and all it was doing was drawing him to her.
Clearing his throat, he glanced over at her as she told him that it was nice. Giving her a small smile, Jason nodded. “Yeah, it was nice. But it was also a bad idea,” he said, turning his attention back to the projector. Why lie about it? It was a bad idea for them to hug, for them to be that close to one another. Granted, working together in a small space like a dark room didn’t give them much room to stay away from each other, but they would have enough room to not be touching. Which was what he needed right now. He needed to not touch her. Returning his gaze to her as she made the comment about the chemicals, Jason smiled. “Yeah, pretty much. We have to make sure to swirl the chemicals around every so often so that they reach all parts of the film,” he reminded her, moving to pull himself up to sit on the counter. “But other than that, we just wait,” he added, shrugging. What the hell were they going to talk about while they waited? The weather? Lame.