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?”
“Um … Stiles, are you okay? Is something wrong?” Usually he would invite her in, babble excitedly about all the cool things in the game, show her his characters.
Stiles gripped his hand behind his back, shrugging nonchalantly. “Everythings great. I’m great. Why wouldn’t it be great?” He said, before biting his lip, trying to fight the lust. He’d definitely hurt Summer enough and didn’t need to send mixed messages to her.
She frowned a little. “Please don’t lie to me. You know I hate that.” Hitching herself up on the sill again, she added, “Is it your dad?”