"And here I thought you hated me." He reached for the money and tucked it away in the box. Just in case Stiles decided to change his mind. Coach would be pissed if he let money for the team run away.

Isaac shrugged and leaned across the table, fingers closing in the front of Stiles' shirt to tug him forward for the first kiss. Brief as it was.

"One," he said with a smirk.