Derek's head shoots up at the sound of the doorbell. "Coming!" he yells as he pulls on his socks. He barrels through the bathroom and looks in the mirror. He's wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt and basketball shorts. Good enough. He switches off the light and heads downstairs. He reaches the front door and swings it open.
"Angela, you're 15 minutes late, what-" he looks down to continue but the person in front of him isn't Angela. Its a man- or should I say boy -that looks to be in his early 20's. Hes at least half a foot shorter than Derek and he has huge brown eyes.
"Who the heck are you?" Derek questions and takes a step back. The stranger looks him straight in the eye and says "I'm Stiles. Angela called in sick today so I'm her replacement." Replacement? "...OK... well come in." Derek says and holds the door open wider. Stiles carries two orange yoga mats in with him and sets them down next to the couch.
"And you are?" he says.
"Derek. Derek Hale."
"Ok then Mr. Hale lets get started. Just so you know, I will treat you no different than Angela would. Now get into position." he says with authority and waves his hands at the two rolled out mats. Derek chuckles and lowers himself into the lunge position. Stiles gets into the same position besides him. "Good. Now bring your right leg up." Stiles orders and Derek does so.
"Do you mind me asking why someone like you would take yoga lessons?" Stiles asks out of the blue and Derek looks over. "I like to stay in shape." he gruffs and looks forward. Stiles laughs and looks ahead. "What? Why are you laughing?" Derek asks self consciously. Stiles laughs again and pats Dereks lower back, meaning that Derek can get out of position. Stiles sits crossed legged on the mat and turns towards Derek.
"Well its just... look at you dude. You're like the buffest guy I've ever seen! And you're saying you need to 'stay in shape'?" He says and I can hint the nervousness in his voice. I just shrug and wait for him to instruct me. "Uh oh yeah- lotus position." he mumbles and kicks his legs up, exposing his clothed behind. Damn. I think but quickly shake my head. What am I talking about? It must be the air pressure or something talking because last time I checked I was straight. "I'm gonna get some fresh air." I say quickly and jump up from my seated position. I walk to the glass doors leading out to the deck and look back. Stiles is struggling to get out of his position without falling on his butt while his cheeks are a flushed pink and his tongue sticks out in concentration. Something inside me breaks at the sight. I feel liked I'm enveloped in this crushing heat and its like my minds been switched off and my wolfs been turned on. Whats going on? Fuck, is this what it feels like to finally find a MATE? I remember Laura describing it to me when we were little, but I thought it was a bunch of garbage at the time. Is it even possible to be mated to another male? I need to know more. I'm deep in my thoughts when I can sense a presence behind me.
"Hey uh Derek our time is kinda up so I'll just be on my way now-"
"No. Wait. Uh, do you want to stay for dinner?" I ask hopefully. Maybe if I spend more time around him I'll figure this out. I think to myself but I know deep down I don't want him to go, he cant go. I've never felt this way before and the heat inside me only rises when I'm not around him. "Um... well it is a long drive back to Miami... sure why not. Whaddya got to eat?" he says cheerfully and beams at me.
Part 2 coming soon!