"What?!"

Lydia immediately took a step back, eyes open wide and embarrassment spreading in her cheeks.

"Oh my… Uh, okay. That was…you know, don't worry about it, it just came out, so…"

Stiles stared at her, emotions all over his face. Most of it was surprise.

"You know, it's late. Maybe you should go. Or I can go, you know."

She started spinning around her kitchen, like trying to find things for her escape. Girl was so deep in panic over what she had just said, trying so hard not to look at Stiles again, whose wide eyes seemed even dark chocolate in the shadow.

"Lydia, you live here."

"Yes, I'm aware of that, thank you."

He stood there, not really sure what to do. Inside, Stiles felt torn, he wanted to come closer, to be there for her, especially when she said all those things. But he also knew, that letting her have that kind of power over him was nowhere near healthy.

"Lydia? Seriously, stop spinning around and answer me."

His voice was steady, although his hands were trembling just a little, as he took one little step closer to look her in the eye.

"Do you like me?" He asked forwardly.

Then Lydia's eyes met his. They were a little watery, but still so beautiful. Now, with no proper light, her green eyes actually turned to grey, but Stiles still couldn't escape her look, like it was addicting.

"Do you like me?" She echoed.

"Wow, okay." Now he was really shaken, and took a few steps back, away from her broken little figure. "I can't do this right now, I have a girlfriend, this amazing girl, who is waiting for me, and and you just. You can't drop this kind of bomb on me. You have…no right to do that." While he was rambling she just kept nodding, chaining herself not to race to him. "I…okay, that's it I gotta go."

He clumsily turned around, just to crash his head into a wall.

"Damn it!"

"Oh my God!" She yelped and ran to him. "Are you okay?"

"Nooo…." He groaned, taking his head in his palms.

"Okay okay, sit down, I'll get you some ice."

She pushed him to the chair and opened the freezer for ice.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She stopped getting ice and peeked at him with a little frown.

"I'm..getting you ice."

"No…" he whined again, his hands still on the place where he hit the head.

"I'm talking about you wanting to kiss me."

She took his hand without saying anything, and put ice on the bruise.

"You hit your head." Lydia smiled.

"You don't get to deny it, beautiful." Stiles said quietly.

She looked straight in his eyes, as he gripped her hand in his tighter.

"Stiles, I was…in the moment."

He tilted his head a little, getting a fuller image of her face.

"How long have you been in the moment?" He asked.

She sighed and turned her eyes away.

"For a while."

He wasn't happy with this answer.

"How long is a 'while', Lydia?"

"I don't even remember, Stiles, okay? It's fine, you're with Malia."

"I am…" He said sleepy, eyes getting heavier and heavier. "I am with Malia, Lydia."

She looked at him again, pulling her eyebrows together. Stiles just held her hand, tightly, eyes closed.

"Oh my God. You're going to doze out, aren't you?"

"Shh…" He murmured suddenly pulling her uncomfortably closer and lowering his head on her shoulder.

"Stiles? Whatcha doing?"

"Can you just…shush…? I have terrible headache, okay?"

"Because you hit your head." She pointed out, but started running her fingers through his dark hair.

After a minute she was sure that Stiles was asleep already. She didn't move a millimeter, saving his sleep. His breathing was even, Lydia predicted that his lips were probably a little parted. But his grip around her waist was still firm.

Then she heard phone buzzing from his pocket.

"Damn."

Lydia carefully took the phone out, trying not to wake him up.

And then she saw who was calling.

MALIA

Lydia felt a little panicky. Maybe it was best to just put the phone back, or on the table. Not answer the phone, just pretend that Malia's boyfriend's head wasn't on her shoulder, and he wasn't sleeping in her embrace.

But of course she didn't do the easy or probably smart thing.

"Hello, Malia…?"