"If you want to," Joey replied, because there was no good or definitive answer to that, really. She loved when he let her hold him, but that was for when he was upset and panicked, not for when she was tired. It was nice to have a warm body on the other side of the bed, but it was also torture, so as much as she wanted to say yes, she did...she also wanted to say no, she didn't. So, leaving the ball in his court felt like the better idea.
A soft laugh escaped her at his decision and she smiled a little, blushing and shaking her head as she followed his gestured instruction and crawled under the covers. "Yeah, I probably need tucking in," she said with playful sarcasm as she wiggled to adjust herself into a more comfortable position to play along, closing her eyes.
What she didn't expect — at all — was a kiss. Kissing wasn't a thing that Joey and Stiles did and while his eyes closed, hers snapped open as if to search his face even though she couldn't, obviously, with him so close.
Was she supposed to kiss him back or was that too much and he was just giving her a chaste kiss because she was there to give it to? Did she keep it simple or carpe diem and deepen it to show Stiles how much she'd been wanting it this whole time?
Joey stiffened for the few seconds she allowed herself to try to consider it, but then she realized if she didn't do something, he was going to think that she was upset when she wasn't, so she pulled one of her hands out from under the covers and moved it to the back of his neck, holding them there with almost no pressure — just enough to let him know that she didn't want him to stop.