"I'm scrawny." It popped out, his eyes darting back up to hers as he licked his lips nervously. She most definitely was not scrawny. She was smooth curves and things to grab on to that had him feeling like he wanted to drape himself over her right now.

He didn't, couldn't, not here at a bar on her birthday. Way to be a creep, Stiles. But she was touching his neck and he could feel his skin prickling from it, making him lick his lips again.