The words hit her like a physical blow, briefly stealing her breath, which was silly, wasn't it? She'd said it first, after all, and somehow that had made her feel safe from the impact, like it gave her a buffer against a deeper, more vulnerable feeling. But here she was, dizzy and overwhelmed and at a total loss for an appropriate response.

"Just…" she began, not because she had anything to say, but because words were a comfort, made her feel just a little more grounded. As she looked up into those earnest eyes, though, Jane realized that grounded was so not what she wanted, here.

Without warning, she grasped hold of Thor by the shoulders and bounced quickly up, booted legs wrapping fast around his waist as her mouth hastily crushed against his.