Re: [Beacon Hills Hospital]
She stared at him. "Don't confuse me. You're not supposed to know what linen looks like. If Scott walked through the door right now, and I asked him what color your garage door was, he'd say cream or off-white." She was absolutely sure of that, and Stiles knowing colors somehow set the entire balance of her universe off. Look at him! He probably wore white tube socks with his sneakers. Shudder. She couldn't even think about it any more, and she smoothed the fabric of her skirt with her free hand. She'd realized that she had a stranglehold on his fingers by then, but she was pretending she didn't notice. It was easier to smile smugly when he agreed that, no, he hadn't dated anyone. She loved being right.
She laughed when his body jolted, because she knew exactly why it had, and her smug little smile just became smugger. Lydia had more sexual experience in her pinkie than he had in his entire body, and she knew it. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" Bluntly, because she wasn't scared of sex. Why should she be? She'd had enough of it for the embarrassment to have worn way off.