[Lydia smiles and shakes her head, brushing her fingers over the hair against the back of his neck to try and sooth whatever is causing that worry she sees there.
He really doesn't get it.]
You're such an idiot, Stiles. [Her words are soft as she brushes her nose against his.]
Closed Spam
He really doesn't get it.]
You're such an idiot, Stiles. [Her words are soft as she brushes her nose against his.]
You already have me.