[She figured she was going to have to be the one to figure out how to have this conversation about where they were going and what they were doing and what it all meant. But she didn't think it was going to be this easy. Or this simple. Or feel this right. She should have guessed at least on that last one, though.
Lydia pulls her hand back from around his neck and cups his cheek, brushing her nose against his and smiling brightly.]
I do want you to be my boyfriend, Stiles. [And saying it like that sounds almost childish. But she feels like she should say it. To make it clear.]
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[She figured she was going to have to be the one to figure out how to have this conversation about where they were going and what they were doing and what it all meant. But she didn't think it was going to be this easy. Or this simple. Or feel this right. She should have guessed at least on that last one, though.
Lydia pulls her hand back from around his neck and cups his cheek, brushing her nose against his and smiling brightly.]
I do want you to be my boyfriend, Stiles. [And saying it like that sounds almost childish. But she feels like she should say it. To make it clear.]