“We would stare at each other awkwardly — ” His breath against her skin made her shudder, hands splaying on his back. “Video games,” she managed to finish. “Avoiding the — god, Stiles. What are we doing here?”
Stiles pulled back and looked into Summer’s eyes. “I-I… really have no idea. This really wasn’t what I thought would happen either.”
She didn’t make any move to untangle herself from him. He felt much too nice for that. “I’ve, um, liked you for a while, actually,” she admitted softly, looking up through her eyelashes at him. “But if you don’t want — “