Jason was magic, no matter what he’d said. He had created some kind of potion that emanated directly from his skin and lips and I was helpless against it. Like he was a shape-shifting terawolf with a special kind of venom that went into my bloodstream like a sickness, infecting every part of my being. The only solution was to keep kissing him, to touch more of him, to move against him. As if he were both the cure and the disease.
