Stiles really, really did not need any more fuel for her rampant imagination, but the steadying hand on her arm was definitely going to do that. Add fuel. A lot of it. His hands were soft and warm, but strong and fuck her life.

She adjusted the basket against her hip, as she took the bag from him, laughing a little breathlessly. "I really wasn't expecting to do any cardio today," she said, setting the bag down by her feet, and handing over the basket. "Any chance I could get that back when you're all done?"