Nudging his jaw with her nose again, Dara laughed and wrinkled her nose as she pulled back to look at him. "Yes, please take that off. Please take all of it off," she replied in as serious a tone as she could muster when he was acting like that.

To the contrary, everything was amplified for Dara, but she wasn't out of her head with the heat. Her inhibitions were lowered but not as much as if she'd been drunk. Mostly, she was focused on finding a mate and while she might feel stupid about all of this by the time the suppressants were in her system and had kicked in, she wouldn't be regretting any of it, because this was Stiles. If it was going to be anyone at all, she was glad it was Stiles. ...and she sort of meant what she'd suggested, but she wasn't going to push the issue. Not right now, anyway.