[text] I mean. I just wasn’t expecting it
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“So. Um. I guess … you should take your shirt off? This is so awkward. Is this a — a clinical kind of thing, just like observatory, or more hands-on, or, or what?” She kept lifting her hands and half-reaching toward him, like she would unbutton his shirt for him, then smoothing them back down over her skirt.
Stiles scrunched his lips to the side. “Maybe… whatever feels right?” he asked, pausing in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. He dropped his hands as he noticed she reached towards him.
Her breathing went funny, a couple shallow breaths and then a long one, as she kept reminding herself to relax, be calm, this was Stiles and he wasn’t going to hurt her. Summer had to step closer to actually reach him, and she undid one button, and then another one. “You smell nice,” she said softly, absently.