Summer dashed off a wave to the Sheriff and shot up the stairs. Today Stiles was going to let her try Titansfall, and if she didn’t hurry, he’d already be in the game and she’d have to wait again. She skidded to a halt at his door, though, since it was closed unexpectedly. “Stiles? You in there?” She tapped on the door. “I’m coming in.”
Stiles had been jerking off furiously to relieve some tension off his heat when he froze.
“Wait Summer noo — ” but it was too late. The girl burst through the door to find Stiles sweaty and butt-naked with a hand still wrapped around his throbbing dick.
Summer sucked in a surprised breath and closed her eyes hastily. “DId I misjudge the time?” she asked, a bit stiffly. “I thought we were, um, gaming today.” She cracked an eyelid to look at him. “You taste weird, Stiles. What the hell.”