She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, occasionally feeding each other bits of bread or fruit or whatever. The sun’s rays grew longer as the day slid toward evening, and the air cooled. They helped each other dress again, and held hands while they wandered the pocket valley.
Some time later, he was pleasantly full and relaxed, and it seemed only right to get dressed. Leaving Buttons where he was, he got him some water and fed him, before turning to slip his hand into Summer’s, walking with her through the woods. “It’s so romantic here.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder, laughing. “I guess you would know, since this is your secret place. I want to see the waterfall.”
“You might just be saying it to be saying something sweet to me,” she pointed out, although he’d never done that before, so she wasn’t sure why he would now. She leaned her cheek on the top of his head, nibbling on the cheese and apple and occasionally stroking her fingers through his hair.
“I don’t lie, and especially not to you, Summer. I’ll say sweet things, sure, but I just want you to know how amazing and wonderful you are to me,” he muttered and closed his eyes, pressing his head to her hands as he relaxed against her torso.
She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, occasionally feeding each other bits of bread or fruit or whatever. The sun’s rays grew longer as the day slid toward evening, and the air cooled. They helped each other dress again, and held hands while they wandered the pocket valley.
“Holy Shit Summer! ” Stiles exclaimed flabbergasted, trailing after the redhead with his mouth open.
“Summer, Wait!”
She slowed her steps, but didn’t actually stop, knowing perfectly well that he could catch up to her if he really wanted. She did cast a glance at him over her shoulder, a little surprised. His reaction hadn’t exactly been what she expected.
“Whatever was that about!?” Stiles questioned, easily catching up to her. He was a werewolf after all!
“It was a dare,” she mumbled. She went round a corner and suddenly they were practically alone, out of the main sight of other people. Shoving her hands in her pockets, Summer slowed again, came to a stop, still not looking at him.
“Oh..” Stiles muttered taking an unconscious step back, hurt clear in his deflated whiskey eyes. Summer had kissed him not ‘cause she liked him, but on a stupid dare.
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.”
