sterek meme: sterek au: anne of green gables (3/10)
The Sheriff had gone inside first, leaving Stiles with the responsibility of hitching up their horse and buggy outside the store. Stiles was triple-checking his work when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He felt a chill prickle down his spine when he sensed a large boy – or was it a man? – walking behind him, walking too slowly to just be passing by.
Stiles whirled around to come face-to-face with a very handsome boy who seemed a few years older than Stiles. He was undeniably manly with a broad chest, thickly muscled shoulders, and an air of strength about him for all that he had a fine, tapered waist. He was down to shirtsleeves rolled up at the elbow, and Stiles all but gulped at the flexing tendons in the young man’s forearms as he hoisted a heavy bag of grain higher up onto his shoulder. He had glossy, almost unruly black hair that somehow looked soft to the touch and the most piercing green eyes Stiles had ever seen. He was also scowling right at Stiles.
Stiles swallowed his nerves and gave what he hoped looked like a friendly wave. The young man gave Stiles a thorough once over – so thorough that Stiles’ heart ratcheted up and his palms began to sweat because he couldn’t understand what that could mean, that heated, questioning look from a stranger.
The young man held his gaze for a long moment – long enough that Stiles felt struck queer and tingly all over from its intensity – before he nodded his chin and stalked off, not making eye contact with any of the men or women he passed.
Before Stiles could catch his breath and try to understand just what that was all about, especially why it seemed to have affected him so, the Sheriff poked his head out of the store’s door. “I think if you tie that horse up any tighter, it’ll take that Houdini fellow to come let Roscoe go. Now get in here and pick out some shoes, would you?”