Stiles slammed his laptop shut as he walked over to the widow, cracking it so he could speak to Summer. “H-hey… Uh… Whatcha doing?”
“Well you know you can talk to me about anything.” Summer gave him an earnest look. “Come on, tell me what going on.”
Stiles shook his head vehemently. “No. That’s… it’s really not a good idea. I might jump you or something, you should go home.”
She frowned even harder and climbed in the window to touch his arm. “Stiles, what’s — “
And she felt it. Burning in his bones and pulling at his control; leaping across the physical contact to her. She shoved up shields as hard and fast as she could, stumbling back and hitting her head on the window.
“Who did this to you?”