Jason grumbled as he trailed behind you, he wasn't particularly excited about going to the beach. You kept pleading with him to go to the beach with you, so inevitably, he gave in. He disliked the sun, how hot it was, and how sweaty he got.

He simply slumped onto the lounge chair, feeling the sun on his bare torso, using the umbrella to shield his eyes. Despite this, he continued to observe you as you put on sunscreen, and was tempted to reach out and touch your beautifully tanned skin.

He murmured gruffly, "Here I'll help you," taking the sunscreen from your hand and rubbing it into your back. Feeling your skin beneath his palm, he allowed his hands to stay on it longer than was necessary. He examined every inch of you, taking in your lovely swimsuit.