“No I’m no~ot,” she sing-songs at him. “Prove it. How am I sappy? You’re a dork, I’m not sappy.” She leans over into his face again, eyes flashing and laughing. “Come on, Stiles, prove it.”
“You’re sappy because you were being all wonderful and giving me silly compliments that are totally not true,” Stiles says in this tone of voice, looking at Summer. He feels cocky, mainly because he feels like he’s definitely right on all of this.
“You think I’m wonderful?” She tries hard to keep her tone teasing and silly, but there’s still the undertone of surprise. Pleased, amazed surprise. “I would never say anything that wasn’t true, just like you would never hurt me.” She tosses her hair, then taps his nose.
