[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.
Stiles felt his ears turn red at the compliment and her close proximity. “Um. Thanks. You, too,” he said, chuckling nervously. Finally, he shrugged out of the shirt.
Okay, so it had been a while since she had seen naked male chest — and Stiles’ was a particularly nice example. Lightly, she laid her fingers against his sternum and brushed down, running fingertips all the way down his abs until they caught in his waistband. Her tongue flicked out over her lips before she gnawed at the edge of her mouth.