Derek stopped short, backed up a few paces and slowly re-read the book title again.
He swallowed convulsively, trying to figure out if he should just pretend he never saw it, or say something. If so, what?
He cleared his throat.
“So, Stiles, The Jewish-Japanese Sex and Cookbook and How to Raise Wolves – which part of that were you looking for instructions about?”
Stiles looked at him to all intents and purposes like a deer caught in a headlight, fingers clenching and unclenching around the strap of his bag.
Finally, he whispered:
“W… Whichever part you’d want to do first.”