Stiles rolled his eyes at the look on Scott's face. Honestly. You'd think he was the only one that had ever had sex before. He 'accidentally' slipped his foot off the rung of his stool, kicking Scott in the leg just as he smacked himself in the face with this bottle. Perfect timing.

"Oh, oops."

He wasn't sorry in the slightest. "So I assume things are still great between you two. Sickeningly so, it seems." He envies you and your sex, Scott. Your smiles rub it in his face. With salt. And lemon juice.