Unspoken-Stydia.

25

" No. I wasn't. "

Lydia raised an eyebrow boldly at Stiles. Her arms crossed over her chest. Stiles and Lydia were still in the boys' locker room. Stiles was still standing in front of Lydia wearing nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. The bare skin of his frame wet from the shower he had just taken. His wet chocolate colored hair now damp and wet. Some droplets of water still dripping to the ground. Lydia was trying her hardest not to look at his damn fine body. She could probably feel her whole voice in her throat trying not to scream at this high degree of hotness. Even though that just didn't make any sense, Lydia was loosing her mind at the sight of Stiles like this in front of her. It wasn't like she hadn't seen someone shirtless before. She had seen countless guys without their shirts on and even their trousers or boxers. At least only those times during parties or when she was in a few beach parties during summer and some other time that includes a bunch of teenagers loosing their virginities or worse, getting wasted.

Lydia shook herself out of her thoughts. She didn't even noticed Stiles had given her half a smile that made her think of it as a smirk. He went to his locker grabbing his roll on. For her, it seemed like he was ignoring her.

" And why do you sound so irritated? Is there something you're hiding from me, Stilinski? " she asked. Her tone rather more feisty than wanting to play whatever game Stiles was playing.

Stiles chuckled grabbing a pair of boxers and jeans from his Nike red duffle bag. " Nothing that's actually visual, shorty. "

Ugh! Her subconscious face palmed. Look what's having a comeback. That nickname again.

Unfortunately for her, Lydia found her eyes studying how his triceps flex often with each move he made. Her inner goddess was drooling again. She shook her head mentally out of trance and tried to think of something to say since they were both having this long awkward silence with Lydia staring at his bare wet beef and Stiles obviously noticed. He was holding off an amused smile!

Awkwardly, she cleared her throat. " If you're gonna take long to change, then I think it's best if I leave now and walk myself home. " she lifted her chin up with a light huff. Before she could turn around to the door, she didn't notice but Stiles already had his boxers and jeans off. With one almost too swift move, he took the towel off and slipped into a white tank top and a multi-brown flannel. Stiles grabbed his stuff and locked his locker before he walked till he was in front of her. Now that she was given a good view of him right in front of her, she noticed his hair was already messed up so he must've dried it off with the towel whilst she was daydreaming of licking his abs. Yikes!

" Please. " Stiles smirked. " Lead the way. " then he gestured his hand to the door.

He's playing with me! Lydia's inner self yelled. And Stiles is enjoying this.

Both of them had a quick glaring contest and before Lydia knew it, she flipped her hair and smiled at herself with pride when she heard him blew through his closed lips. Obviously, her curls his his mouth. Then, she walked out with him behind her.

Being all alone with Stiles in his jeep felt eerily awkward. It had only just been two minutes yet it already felt like an eternity for Lydia. It was her first time in Stiles' jeep so she was adjusting how small and hot it was from the inside and also, how uncomfortable the seats were. She kept thinking how Stiles was so cool with their situation now after what happened between them on the last time they had been alone. She remembered how his teeth grazed across the skin of her bare collarbone. She remembered how his hands traveled and explored underneath her clothes and how he felt under her clutch. That felt really good. She admitted to herself and thought.