closet
12. Kiss on the neck.
Whatever happened to closets with lights in them? It was very dark in here. Stiles reached forward carefully, fingers finding Kira's...stomach. Wait, he was going for wrist.
"Sorry," he mumbled, seeking out her wrist in order to get some kind of grasp on where her body was.
He had to admit to being slightly curious about her and she was definitely attractive. It wouldn't be in the spirit of the game to just not doing anything, would it?
It was meant to be a kiss on the cheek, just to see how she felt about that, but at some point as he tilted his head downwards, she moved her head and his lips made contact with her neck. He couldn't help but laugh softly against her skin.
"Wow, I'm so bad at this."









