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"It's you, Dylan. You're the girl I was talking about. The caring, beautiful, sweet one. And I know you don't like me back because you write notes to this mystery guy and they show how much you love him."
"Stiles, I write notes to you."
He halted and pulled over to the sidewalk, "What?" He couldn't believe it.
"Yes, Stiles. You're the one I write notes to." She nodded.
"So, you see me, and can't think straight?" He asked in disbelief.
She nodded carefully, blushing.
"And what if I kissed you?" He was hovering over her now, lips just inches from here.
She took a deep breathe and whispered, "I guess there's one way to find out."
She had grabbed his neck and pulled him to her, attaching their lips. They moved in sync.
Stiles' lips tasted sweet and almost like peppermint. They were the best thing to Dylan.
It was equally as amazing to Stiles. He could feel the taste of vanilla coming from her lips, and loved every part of it.
Finally, the pulled away, panting.
"Wow."
"Mhm."
A/N ; look it's Stylan
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shy || stiles stilinski
Fiksi Penggemarand she wrote notes because she was too shy to talk to him. (lowercase intended ; will not be in real book) disclaimer ; i do not own teen wolf, im not that evil copyright || 2015 @primsbraids (roxana hope jaid n.)
