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Two hours had passed since Derek left work and headed off to his soon to be ex-wife's place to go over divorce papers, two hours of me lying in bed, drumming my nervous fingers on my mattress and two hours of me glancing back and forth at the clock on my bedside table as the time ticked away.
I found myself slowly drifting off, my eyes blinking stubbornly as I fought back, trying to stay awake, my eyes lids feeling heavier and heavier with each passing moment. Before I knew it, I was out like a light.
Later I stirred awake to the sound of the front door being opened. I quickly sat up as I remembered where I was and what I was doing.
I glanced back down at my clock that read 11p.m. and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as Derek walked into the room surprised I was still awake.
"You're still up? You didn't have to wait up for me." Derek voiced amused, looking at my tired state and messy bed hair.
He leaned down and gave Stiles cheek a quick kiss before pulling away, working on getting his dress shirt unbuttoned.
I observed Derek as he took his shirt off, showing his muscular back off as he headed into my bedroom closet, placing his shirt neatly on a hanger.
"You smell like her." I stated, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of Lydia's floral perfume on Derek.
"What?" Derek asked, coming back out from the closet as he worked on his belt, unbuckling it.
I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at my hands feeling fragile.
"Did you guys, did you two, did you and her, did you…" I trailed off, finding it hard to say what was on my mind.
"Yes." Derek said flatly.
I glanced up meeting his gaze.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, we fucked." Derek replied, as he removed his belt from his pants, placing it on the dresser beside him.
I felt a painfully tug on my heart. I didn't know what I felt more, hurt or anger.
"She was crying and wanted a sentimental way to say goodbye to our relationship before it was gone forever."
I felt the bile forming in the back of my throat. The whole time I had been worried about Derek being unfaithful and my worst nightmare was coming true.
Not only had Derek admitted to cheating, he was trying to rationalize it, as if there was an acceptable excuse for doing such an awful, betraying acting.
"I can't believe you." I spat.
"What was I supposed to do Stiles? I already broke her heart. You want me to stomp on it as well?" Derek argued.
"So then what happened, after you…fucked?" I struggled to ask, trying to keep my anger under control.
"She kissed my cheek, thanked me and I left."
"I love how you think you're such a good person for helping your poor, frail wife out. She knew what she was doing and you fell for it." I retorted with a huff.
"Oh, come on, Lydia doesn't have a manipulate bone in her body." Derek protested.
"You also said she wasn't the cheating type. How's Peter by the way, your neighbor, to whom your wife is fucking?" I snapped.
Derek jaw clenched and his hands clenched into a fist.
"Ex-neighbor and ex-wife. I don't know what or who he is doing and more importantly, I don't care." Derek replied annoyed, walking back into the closet to remove his pants.
"Maybe I should reunite with Danny, You know, one last good fuck to remember all the others." I snapped.
Derek walked back into the room in only his black boxers. He let out an irritated sigh and rubbed his forehead in stress, as if he was getting a headache.
"Don't be like this Stiles."
"Be like what? Be offended, hurt and pissed off that you can't keep it in your pants for five fucking minutes?"
"It's not like that. We have a history."
"Yeah, so did me and Danny." I argued.
"You weren't married Stiles. You didn't vow to spend your life with someone else okay. An office fling doesn't even compare."
"Screw you! Danny and I dated two years. It wasn't just a damn fling okay? He was more than just a boyfriend. We knew each other as kids. He…he was there for me when my mom died and when my dad turned to alcohol to solve his heartbreak." My voice was breaking up a bit as I spoke.
"We were good friends. I lost that the moment we broke up. So don't act like my connection with Danny was less than yours with your wife okay?" I said with tears in my eyes, one escaping, running down my cheek leaving Derek speechless.
A moment passed before Derek spoke.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"No, you didn't."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek asked, coming over to the bed, taking a seat next to me.
"Because you never bothered to ask or seemed to care about my past."
"How old were you when your mom died?"
"Twelve."
"How did she..."
"Cancer."
"I'm sorry." Derek said, taking one of my hand's in his, giving it a squeeze in comfort.
"Come here." He voiced, as he tugged on my hand, encouraging me to lay down with him on the bed.
I reluctantly laid back and moved closer, Derek wrapped his arms around me in a snug hold, as we lay in bed.
His warmth came over me and made my stressed body relax within his embrace.
I let out a sigh and closed my eyes.
"I was... I was sixteen when I lost both of my parents." Derek confessed.
My eyes snapped open and I turned to face him as he continued to speak.
"It was a car crash. It was late at night and the drive of the other car dozed off for a moment, and that's all it took for his car to switch lanes and slam into my parents vehicle."
Derek laughed bitterly.
"The guy walked away from the scene with barely a scratch. It's crazy." He said as his eyes watered and he let out a puff of air.
It was at that moment I didn't know what was sadder, the fact that we had such troubled, similar past or the fact that it took us soo long to open up to each other.
It was in that moment I realized we didn't even know each other at all.
I was in love with a mystery, one I wanted to solve badly.
Derek squeezed his eyes shut as if to collect himself when I placed a warming hand on his cheek.
He reopened his eyes meeting mine.
"Thank you."
Derek gave me a questioning look.
"For what?"
"For opening up to me."
Derek didn't respond verbally, instead he rested his chin on top of my head and made soothing circles into my back with his fingers, which lulled me into a deep sleep.
