She nudges him with a foot. “Don’t do that! You know what I meant. And the minute before that?” She’s looking at him upsidedown, matching his smile, until something twists in her middle and she looks away, out the window.
“I’m always thinking about stuff. Maybe I just don’t remember,” he says, accepting the slap against his body with her foot. It doesn’t hurt, but he definitely doesn’t plan on having it happen. Her eyes glance out the window and Stiles just stares in curiosity, wondering what’s occurring.
She huffs out a breath, and looks back at him. “I, um, I should really do my homework now.” She leans over and hugs him half-upsidedown, her hair spilling over her shoulder into his face. “Thanks for hanging around and helping me out with the backlash,” she mutters.
