"Hey, do you want to come inside for a little while?" I asked.
I grinned at him while I watched my question process through his brain.
"Yeah." He grinned back.
I unlocked the door to my apartment and he followed me into the dimly lit room. I turned on a small lamp and we sat down on the couch. Were both a little nervous, but I was sure. We'd been out on a few dates and I was ready to take things further.
He had one arm draped over the back of the couch. I slid my hand across it and onto his shoulder and looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and met my lips with his. It wasn't our first kiss, but it did lead us to our first time together.
Before I knew it we were both cuddled up naked under the covers of my bed.
With my head on his chest I noted "Not bad Stalinski"
Chuckling he gave me a squeeze with his arms wrapped around me. He stroked his hands up and down my arms and I started to drift off. Totally happy to be cuddled up to such a great guy.
"Stiles?" I asked sleepily realizing he wasn't in my arms. He looked at me sheepishly from the foot of the bed where he was putting on his shoes. "What are you doing?"
Standing in just his jeans and one shoe, he scratched the back of his neck. "... I can't stay..."
"What? Why?" I said feeling sleep addled, confused, and a little used.
"I have an early class..."
He could see the realization that this was just a hook up sweep across my face. "Oh no! I am not some guy who won't stay the night and isn't gonna call you tomorrow. Shit this looks bad..."
With my mental fog clearing up, I pulled the sheets up around me, sat up, and patted an empty spot on the bed. "Sit down and tell me whats going on."
Thank god for my prevailing cool head.
He sat down and let out a big sigh. "I... I have these... night terrors. Man this is so embarrassing. I wake up... screaming. Pretty often. I just didn't want to scare you."
I rubbed his shoulder gently with one hand and loosened my grip on the sheets with the other.
He started again. "I like you and I am hoping you'll want to do this with me again," I grinned at him. "But I am afraid being the guy who wakes you up screaming and crying might hurt my chances."
"Thank you for telling me. I am gonna need you to get in the habit of telling me the truth if we're really gonna do this you know?"
"I know. I don't know what I was thinking..." He said putting one hand on his face.
"Now, are you putting your shoes on or taking them off?" I asked letting the sheets fall away from my chest.
He let his hand slide down his face as his eyes raked down my body.
I knew I wasn't playing fair but it was working.
"I guess I could stay for a while longer..." He said leaning over to kiss me and kicking off his shoe.
He pushed me back against the bed as I worked on the button of his jeans.