"Because somebody left the remote on the table before nesting," Stiles continues her sentence and smirks just as smugly. Her fault. Totally her fault. That's his story and he's sticking to it.
The pause that falls after his question makes Stiles a little bit nervous, he has to admit, because he's not really sure why she isn't answering. He isn't sure if she's thinking or whether she had something in mind already and he missed a cue or something — that's an entirely possible and probably likely scenario, however much he doesn't like to admit that. But there's something about the way that she's looking at him that has his stomach tying itself in anxious knots and he can't tell if it's the good kind of anxious because something awesome is about to happen or if it's the bad kind because he's prompted something and she's going to tease him for a second and then bust out giggling because she thinks he doesn't care about her as much as he does and that sort of thing would've been funny in high school. Hell, it would be funny now if he didn't want the real thing so bad.
But then she kisses him and, for a second, his eyes are wide open with surprise before he finally closes them and, once he's processed that holy shit this is really happening, his hand makes its way to the side of her face, holding her jaw as he kisses her back. This is what he'd been missing out on in high school because he'd been too stupid to know he was feeling it, but he's not going to waste the opportunity now. No way in hell.
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The pause that falls after his question makes Stiles a little bit nervous, he has to admit, because he's not really sure why she isn't answering. He isn't sure if she's thinking or whether she had something in mind already and he missed a cue or something — that's an entirely possible and probably likely scenario, however much he doesn't like to admit that. But there's something about the way that she's looking at him that has his stomach tying itself in anxious knots and he can't tell if it's the good kind of anxious because something awesome is about to happen or if it's the bad kind because he's prompted something and she's going to tease him for a second and then bust out giggling because she thinks he doesn't care about her as much as he does and that sort of thing would've been funny in high school. Hell, it would be funny now if he didn't want the real thing so bad.
But then she kisses him and, for a second, his eyes are wide open with surprise before he finally closes them and, once he's processed that holy shit this is really happening, his hand makes its way to the side of her face, holding her jaw as he kisses her back. This is what he'd been missing out on in high school because he'd been too stupid to know he was feeling it, but he's not going to waste the opportunity now. No way in hell.