"What?" Stiles stared for a few moments, caught on the way Derek's chest heaved, the feeling of his breath hot on his face.

"Oh, uh, yeah." He thought of his jeep, parked down the street, thought of the keys in his pocket and how he wasn't really drunk though he certainly felt dazed for other reasons. He thought about how no, he didn't really need a ride but Derek was offering and that meant more time spent together and he wasn't ready to part yet.

Even if they spent their time not doing what they'd just been doing (which had been awesome and he missed it already), it was still better than parting for the evening.

Of course, he could always go back inside, rejoin the party, but that seemed even less appealing than going home alone.

"Where's your car?"