“i —- ” his jaw SNAPS shut with that. eyes narrowing to squint against the smooth angle of her features. hm, yes, the taste of rubber soles, how he’s missed that. after proverbially prying his foot from his own damned mouth, stiles shifts back, & racks a hand up & over the length of his face before smoothing into his untamed fringe. “okay, no —- i mean yes. i —- wait.” a breath in, & he wets his lips & tries again.
“yes, you’re still young, —– and —– you’re —– messing with me, aren’t you?”