"green's for―" kiss "things i understand―" kiss "yellow is for―" kiss "things im working o-on―" kiss "red means―" kiss "Stiles!"

the boy grumbled softly against your lips, an almost silly pout on his face as he reluctantly leaned away. "yes?" the question sounded almost innocent enough. though, he knew exactly what he was doing. it was just so hard for him not to get distracted by you! your lips moved in such a pretty way when you were talking. it was just impossible not to kiss you, over and... over again.

"red means what?" he inquired, only partly interested, as he was still just staring at your pouty lips...