"You guys are gonna get pitch-slapped so hard, your man boobs are gonna concave."
His head turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest slate. I bite my lip.
“Oh, fuck the paperwork,” he growls. He lunges at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his hips.
Holy shit. His other hand grabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It’s only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth.
I have never been kissed like this.
"I like to look at Stiles as being like the best friend that I always wanted, you know. He’s like having a dog at your side and he’ll always be there for you, even if you forget to feed him. He’s not gonna let that affect the relationship." - Dylan O’Brien.
you should probably hold me right now