It was probably a good thing that Stiles didn't realize how far gone she was to have to say that. He'd feel too bad about it. As it was, he lifted his head up enough to look at her, a hand coming up to push hair away from her face as he leaned in to kiss her.

He shifted his hips, aiming to press into her, but he slipped out of alignment. He muttered an apology against her lips, trying again, but he had to slide a hand down to hold himself before he managed to find that dip his finger had enjoyed, beginning to press in with a strained groan. So much tighter than he'd thought.