She’s been waiting for this opportunity for a while, actually. Getting up her nerve to take the chance. Summer gently pushes Stiles against the wall, tugs his head down, and kisses him. Then she lets go and walks away, seemingly quite calm.

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“Holy Shit Summer! ” Stiles exclaimed flabbergasted, trailing after the redhead with his mouth open.
“Summer, Wait!”

She rocked on her heels, head low and shoulders hunched. “The — yeah. Said if I really liked you I’d kiss you. Said I was too — ” She hunched her shoulders harder. “Too much of a prude.”

“Wait! You like me!? Like like me!? Oh my god,” Stiles replied with wide eyes.

“But why!?”

She couldn’t withdraw into herself more; it was humanly impossible. “You’re just really cute,” she whispered. “And smart, and the way you are on the field … I’m sorry. I know you don’t want — someone like me … confessing … “

Stiles abruptly stepped forward, cupping Summer’s cheeks as he captured her lips in a sudden chaste kiss.

“Shut up.. I like you a lot too..” he muttered as he pulled back to breathe, his cheeks flushed slightly.

She could feel the brush of his lips against hers when he spoke, as she yearned forward, chasing another kiss. She pulled back a little, startled, as the sense of it penetrated, staring up at him. “You — really?” She felt like some kind of small creature, caught there between his hands, but happy to be caught. Slowly, ready to stop as soon as he told her it was a joke, she lifted her hands to press against his chest.

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