
Electricity In the Contact

Derek glances at the door handle, seriously considering the benefits of flinging himself out of the moving car rather than continue. “But there will have to be contact.”
“Contact. Right.” Stiles's voice sounds faintly strangled. “Like . . . cuddling?”
“I swear, Stiles, if you can't take this seriously—”
“I'm being serious! Totally serious! I just want to know what to expect.”
Derek clenches his jaw so hard his teeth start to grind together. “Yes, all right? We're going to have to fucking cuddle.”