Stiles' answer to that was to bring his other knee up and to shift until he was pressed against her as much as possible. Being in bed with her was nothing new but it had an entirely new feel about it now.
His heart was racing, but not from panic this time. He felt absolutely no anxiety at all, in this moment. He felt only excitement, and the thrill of something new and amazing. He felt an electric pulse surge through him, like he was finally where he was always supposed to be.
"Let's take a nap," he said softly. He rolled to the side, so that he was behind her. More often than not, she ended up spooning against him, so hat he was in her arms. This time, he felt like he wanted to hold her in his. It just felt right.
He nuzzled the back of her neck and rubbed his nose behind her ear. For the first time in a very long time, he didn't feel like he was dancing on the edge of a nightmare, or that darkness was waiting to pull him under. He felt an inner calm that conflicted with the excitement he felt in such a good way that he couldn't put it into words if he tried. He wasn't going to try, he was just going to accept it, because it felt perfect and right. He felt right for the first time in as long as he could remember.