The little super pills were Natasha’s favourite part, where for a few seconds she could turn the tables and hunt the ghosts instead of the other way around. That last one had been a close call, though.

“Oh, we don’t?” she replied, because he was certainly doing what he discretely could to make her lose. She tried to show no reaction, but he was so tuned into her body by now that even the slightest skip of her pulse or clench of her muscles was noticeable. “Because I feel like that is exactly what you want.”

He hadn’t shaved this morning, and she delighted in the feel of his stubble against her skin in spite of everything. Of course she wanted to win, but the way his fingers teased her while his stubble scratched her cheek made her want a whole lot of other things too.