I do NOT own Teen Wolf.
Stiles' POV
I knew that I had to do something to get Emma to forgive me. I should have never told Allison that it was okay to ask Lydia to join us. I can't believe that I forgot about Emma being jealous of Lydia.
"What should I do?" I whined to Scott.
"I don't know, you really screwed it up though," he said with a snort.
"You aren't helping," I screeched, flailing my arms at him.
"Ask her to go out before hand," he suggested.
"Like what?" I asked confused.
"Like take her to dinner before you come meet us at the ice rink," he explained.
I nodded, "That's perfect."
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah, I gotta go. Will you be okay getting to work?" I asked quickly.
"Of course, go get your girl," he said with a smirk.
I nodded and ran out of the school. I got to my car and quickly pulled out of the parking lot to head over to Emma's. When I got there, no one was home. At least, none of their cars were in the driveway. I knocked on the door and no one answered. I tried the door knob and lucked out. It was open. I silently cheered and went into the house. I walked up the stairs to Emma's room. She was sleeping in her bed. She looked so peaceful. Part of me didn't want to wake her but another part of me knew that I needed to. I walked over to her bed and sat down. She moved a little bit but didn't wake up.
"Emma," I said gently touching her arm. She didn't move. "Emma," I said louder, tapping her arm a little harder. She still didn't move. Then I got an idea. I leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back but I couldn't tell if she was awake or not. I knew she was awake when she put her arms around my neck. I gently pulled away.
"Hey," I said softly.
She dropped her arms from around my neck, "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to apologize," I said moving so she could sit up. She sat up and I saw that she was just wearing a sports bra. I have seen her naked multiple times but she still made me nervous. I swallowed as I looked from her chest to her face.
"Then apologize," she said with a frown.
"I – uh wanted to say that I uh," I couldn't focus. I looked directly into Emma's eyes, "What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry. I told Allison that she could invite Lydia to come with us because she is so worried about her. I completely forgot about you being jealous of her because I have no feelings for her at all. I know it makes no sense but I care about you so much that I wanted tonight to be so perfect that I was just focusing on us and not Allison, Scott, or Lydia. I'm so sorry. Can I make it up to you?" I rambled.
She nodded, "I forgive you. I was overreacting. I know how you feel about Lydia and I didn't want her to come in between us again. It made me nervous, like you thought we couldn't just go on a date by ourselves."
"Well actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," I said reaching for her hands. She let me hold them which was a good sign.
"What's that?" she asked with a smile.
"Do you want to go out for dinner, just you and me, before our surprise date?" I asked.
She nodded, "Now?"
I looked at the time on my phone, "In like an hour or so."
"Good, I have time to get ready," she said with a grin. She threw the blanket that she was under off of her and I saw that she was wearing the pair of boxers that she stole from me earlier. I smirked.
"It's a good thing you look cute in my clothes," I said leaning over and kissing her gently.
"Well I for one am going to need more pairs of these," she said motioning towards the boxers.
"I think that can be arranged," I said laughing.
She smiled, "Come here so I can kiss you."
I smirked and leaned over to kiss her. She pulled me on top of her and slid her tongue into my mouth. I moaned as she explored my mouth with her tongue. She flipped us over, never breaking the kiss. She moved and began exploring my jawline and neck with her mouth and tongue. I moaned when she reached my sweet spot. She sucked harder on that spot. I felt her teeth graze my neck and I lifted my hips to meet hers on instinct. I knew I was going to have a hickey in that spot. I moved my hands from her hips to her stomach. I trailed them up to her chest and began to massage her breasts. She moaned on my neck and it caused me to moan and lift my hips again. She knew what I wanted and was not giving it to me. She pulled away and smirked.
"I should get ready," she said softly.
"Nah, you can just go to dinner in a bra and my boxers," I said smirking.
"As tempting as that sounds, I don't think it's the best idea," she said laughing.
"Then you should probably get off of me before my uh – situation gets harder than it already is," I said looking down.
She smiled but reluctantly got off of me. She went over to her bathroom.
"Do you want me to go?" I asked awkwardly.
"Yes," she said coming back into the room, "The boyfriend has to come and pick up the girlfriend for the date. You don't get to see me get ready."
"Okay, I will see you soon then," I said going down the stairs to my car.
I smiled as I drove home to get ready myself. I can't believe it worked. I'm going to have to thank Scott for his idea.
Emma's POV
I tried to get dressed as quickly as I could but I couldn't decide on an outfit to wear. I was throwing clothes out of my closet as my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't figure out why I was so nervous. So what if it was our first date, we have had sex multiple times and I've never been nervous about that. I took a deep breath and looked at the options I had. I didn't know where we were going so that made this kind of difficult. It was kind of chilly out but not too cold. I would have to wear tights if I wore a dress or a skirt and definitely a sweater or a jacket unless I wore long sleeves. I decided that I would wear my long sleeved black lace dress with maroon tights. I put on my black combat boots and then started my makeup. My hair was kind of knotty after my nap. I put some smoothing cream on it and it started to look normal. I put on my makeup, just eyeliner, mascara, and dark red lipgloss. I looked at myself in my full length mirror and I thought I looked okay. I walked over to my window and saw Stiles pulling into the driveway. I took a deep breath and left my room. I came down the stairs right as Stiles was walking into the house. I smiled at him and his jaw dropped minorly.
"What? I didn't know what to wear, is this okay?" I asked nervously.
"It's perfect," he mumbled.
I smiled, "Shall we Mr. Stilinski?"
"We shall, Miss Baker," he said sticking out his hand.
He led me to the Jeep and opened the passenger side door for me. I smiled and got in the car. He ran around to the other side and got in. He nervously pulled out of the driveway and began driving into town. His knee was bouncing like crazy and he was gripping the steering wheel with both hands.
"Why are you so nervous?" I asked quietly.
"I just want everything to go right and be perfect and I don't want to screw this up," he admitted.
I grabbed his right hand off of the steering wheel and held onto it, "Nothing is ever perfect. I don't want perfect. I want you and there is no way that you can screw that up."
"No way?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt.
"Well none I can think of right now," I said softly.
He nodded, "Right."
We pulled into the parking lot of an Italian restaurant in town. I looked at Stiles nervously. I knew he wanted this to be perfect but I didn't care if it wasn't. I just wanted to be with him. Preferably alone but with him nonetheless. We both got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. He was slightly behind me with his hand on the small of my back, directing me into the restaurant. We walked in and he immediately went up to the host desk.
"I have a reservation for two under Stilinski," he said nervously.
"I'm sorry I don't see that name on our list," the host said sympathetically.
"But I called earlier today and made one," Stiles said annoyed.
"We don't take day of reservations," the host said annoyed.
"Well how long is the wait then?" Stiles asked.
The host looked at the sheet and looked back up at us, "It is a two hour wait tonight. Would you like to put your name on the list?"
Stiles jaw dropped, "Two hours? Why is it a two hour wait? Are your servers snails? That doesn't even seem humanly possible to have that long of a wait."
"I'm sorry sir," the host said rudely, "But that is why people make reservations."
"But I made a reservation!" Stiles screeched flailing his arms.
I took this as my opportunity to intervene, "Thank you for your help," I said to the host. To Stiles I said, "Let's go outside okay?"
He nodded gruffly and stormed outside. I followed him to the Jeep. I didn't expect that we would actually leave. He was walking really fast so I practically had to run to keep up with him. I got in the Jeep as he let out a sigh.
"Stiles," I started.
"I'm sorry. I thought that we could have dinner and be alone before this but I totally ruined that too. I suck. I'm the world's worst boyfriend," he said hitting the steering wheel.
I snorted, "Do you think I'm mad?"
"Yeah, aren't you?" he asked looking over at me.
I shook my head, "Honestly, I'm not a big fan of Italian food."
"Really?" he asked.
"Really. Do you want to try another restaurant?" I asked him.
He nodded, "Yes but you can choose."
"Well I could personally go for a burger and some curly fries right about now," I said honestly.
His eyes widen, "I knew I was dating you for a good reason."
I laughed. He started the car and pulled into a fast food restaurant. We walked in and he ordered us two burgers, two orders of curly fries, and one chocolate shake. We walked to a table and sat down. Our order number was called and Stiles went up and got the food. He approached the table with a big grin across his face. He set the food down and then sat down across from me. I grabbed my burger, opened it, and took a huge bite.
"Mmm," I said, "This is so much better than Italian food."
"This is good to know," he said with a chuckle.
"What?" I asked taking a bite of my burger.
"Well now I know that you are the type of girl that doesn't need to be impressed all the time and is comfortable with eating in front of me," he said with a smile.
"Stiles, we eat lunch together. Why would this be any different?" I asked.
"I don't know I just thought that you would want a fancy dinner and want to be waited on and courted and whatnot," he said scratching the back of his neck.
I laughed, "I'm not really the type of girl that you need to win over. You already won me over. You don't need to try so hard."
"Good to know," he said with a smile.
"So why did you only get one shake?" I asked nervously.
His eyes widened and he choked on his bite of food in his mouth. He started coughing and gagging while was just laughing at him. He was finally able to talk.
"I thought we could share it," he suggested.
"Like in movies form the 1950s where they go to diners and share milkshakes?" I asked.
"Yeah. I know it sounds cheesy now that I say it out loud, but I've always wanted to try it," he said blushing.
I nodded, "Okay, where are the straws?"
"Really? You want to do it?" he asked excited.
"Yeah, it's cheesy but I like cheesy," I said with a smile.
"I'll go get the straws then," he said standing up.
He came back to the table with two straws and big grin on his face. He sat down across from me and nervously started bouncing his knee under the table. I reached across, under the table and put my hand on his leg to steady it.
"Stop being so fidgety," I said with a chuckle.
"Right. Sorry," he said quickly.
He opened the straws and put them in the shake. I moved it to the middle of the table. We both leaned in and took drinks out of the straws. It was a cute moment. One that I wouldn't want to share with anyone but him. I pulled away when I felt myself getting a brain freeze.
"That was cheesy. But fun," I said with a smile.
He smirked, "Well I'm glad this worked out."
I reached across the table and grabbed his hand, "I'm sorry I was so ridiculous about the group date thing."
"I can't blame you. I used to be in love with Lydia. But the key word there is used to be. I don't feel that way about her at all. I don't really feel anything for her to be honest. I guess I would feel the same way if you invited Seth to one of our dates," he said.
I snorted, "Well you do not have to worry about that one. Seth and I don't really talk as of right now."
"I thought he drove you home today," he questioned.
"Yes but we didn't talk the whole ride home and Derek practically has him on pack arrest. He can't go to school or hang out with non-pack members. I know it sounds stupid but I thought we were finally friends again and now I don't even know," I admitted.
"I'm sorry, babe," Stiles said sympathetically.
"It's fine," I said with a slight smile.
We finished our food and then left the restaurant. We got to the Jeep and Stiles saw what time it was.
"We have like a half hour before we have to meet Scott, Allison, and Lydia," he said.
"Okay, what do you want to do?" I asked.
"I have an idea," he said with a smirk.
He pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive out of town. He pulled into a random driveway of the forest preserve. I had no clue where we were going but I followed him as he began to hike briskly through the forest. We came to an opening in about two minutes. I looked around and saw that you could see all of Beacon Hills below us. The lights of the town shined from the bottom and the moon and stars shined from above us. It was amazing. I walked up to Stiles.
"How did you find this place?" I asked softly.
"My mom used to take me here when I was younger. My dad would be working late all the time and she would take me here and we would have picnics or just watch the town. She told me that she was sick in this exact spot. I haven't been here since," he admitted.
I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. I knew that what he had said meant a lot to him. I could tell he probably hadn't told anyone that before besides maybe Scott.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked softly.
"I don't know. I haven't thought about this place since she died. You remind me of her," he said.
"I remind you of your mom?" I asked confused.
"Well not her exactly but how things were when she was alive. You make me feel safe and happy. I haven't really felt that since she died. You remind me of the good times, not the bad," he explained.
I smiled, "I know what you mean."
We stood there, wrapped in each other, for what seemed like forever. Eventually we had to go back to the Jeep and then go to our group date. We walked through the forest, holding hands. We got to the Jeep and got in. Stiles pulled out of the little driveway and began to drive back to town. I was suddenly nervous about this date. I don't know why. Stiles and I had a great time just us. Why was I nervous about being around other people?
We pulled into a parking lot and I looked around for a sign about where we were but I couldn't see one. The lights in the building were off and it looked deserted.
"Um, is this where we are going?" I asked nervously.
"Yeah," Stiles said excitedly.
"Um, no offense but are you going to murder me or something?" I asked jokingly.
He shook his head, "You will see. I promise it is a safe and normal date."
"Okay. I trust you," I said getting out of the Jeep.
Scott, Allison, and Lydia were already there. We walked up to them, holding hands. Scott smiled at us and so did Allison. Lydia did a double take.
"Wait, are you two together now?" she asked surprised.
"Yeah," I said with a smile, looking at Stiles.
"Thank god," she said relieved.
"Um, okay?" Stiles said awkwardly.
"I didn't want to sit there awkwardly while you tried and failed to flirt with each other. But since you are together, I don't have to worry about that," she said with a flip of her hair.
I snorted and shook my head, "Okay, Lydia."
"You guys ready to go in?" Stiles asked excitedly, pulling out keys from his pocket.
"Yes," they all groaned as I laughed.
He unlocked the door and opened it in a grand gesture. It was an ice skating rink. I smiled. This was perfect. My nerves went away almost immediately. I walked up to Stiles, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the building. We went and got skates. We walked over to a bench and immediately put them on. I was already shivering from the cold. I knew I should have worn a sweater or jacket.
"Are you cold?" Stiles asked suddenly.
"Yeah but it's my own damn fault," I said tying up my skates.
"Here," he said putting his jacket over my shoulders.
"You are literally the best boyfriend ever," I said gently kissing him.
"Really?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.
"Really. Ice skating is one of my favorite things. I used to compete when I was little but then it started to conflict with school so I had to quit but I loved it when I did it," I admitted with a smile.
"I didn't know that," he said softly.
"Yep," I said popping the 'p'. I got up and put Stiles' jacket on correctly. I walked over to the entrance to the ice. I turned around and saw Stiles watching me. He had his skates on but he was just staring at the ice and me. "Are you going to come skate with me?"
He quickly snapped out of his gaze, "Right. Yes. I'm coming."
He stood up quickly and stumbled on his skates. He regained his composure and started to walk towards me. I put my hand out for him to hold on to. He looked at me nervously.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, I'm just really glad you're my girlfriend. You make me really happy," he admitted.
"The feeling is mutual," I said with a smile.
I turned and quickly pulled him onto the ice with me. We skated around slowly, holding hands, until Stiles decided to show off. He was skating backwards and trying to do a fish tail which is basically moving your feet in and out in a circle but it wasn't really working. I skated to catch up with him. I passed him and turned around so I was going backwards. He turned around to face me and I winked at him, a smirk on my face. I focused on what I was doing. I leaped, twirled, and landed on one foot. Perfect form, perfect landing, I still had it after all these years.
"Holy shit," Stiles muttered.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my heart, "I haven't done that since I was a kid."
"It did not look like you hadn't done it in a while. That was amazing, Emma," he said with a grin.
I smiled back, "Do you want some help with your fish tails?"
"My what?" he asked coming to a stop in front of me.
"What you were doing earlier," I explained.
"Oh, yeah. That would be great," he said getting in position.
I moved to stand next to him. We started to skate backwards, I was trying to stay slow so he could stay caught up. I began to move my feet behind me in a circular motion. Stiles was following what I was doing. Eventually he got the hang of it and I stood back to watch him skate for a little bit. He tried to do some fancy move that I had never seen before so I skated over to him.
"What was that?" I asked with a giggle, still skating in front of him.
I must of caught him off guard or something because he shrieked and tripped over his own feet. Before I had time to stop skating, I fell on top of him. I laughed as I fell and landed on his chest. He grunted but smiled at me. We looked at each other for a few moments before we heard Lydia skate by.
"Ew, not you two too," she said in a disgusted tone. I looked around to see what she meant and saw Allison and Scott making googley eyes at each other.
I smiled and stood up. I looked around the ice rink and saw a photo booth. I looked at Stiles who was standing up and smiled. I grabbed his hand and dragged him off the ice. I went over to the bench and began to take my skates off. I put my boots back on and grabbed my purse. I waited for Stiles to get his skates off as well. When he was finally ready, he looked at me with expectant eyes. I walked over to the photo booth.
"Oh, this is why you pulled me over here," he said with a chuckle.
"Obviously. Every couple has to take photo booth pictures at least once," I said getting in.
I pulled my wallet out of my purse and went to pay for the pictures. Stiles hit my hand away, reaching for his own wallet.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"You paid for dinner and this, the least I can do is pay for our pictures," I explained.
"But I'm the boyfriend, I'm supposed to pay for things," he whined.
"Are you feeling emasculated or something?" I asked with a snort.
"Yes," he answered flailing his arms, "Since I can't really protect you, all I got going for me in this relationship is my money and my moves in the bedroom."
I laughed at him, "You have got to be kidding me. Just because that is your argument, you can pay."
"Thank you!" he yelled putting his money in the machine.
The first count down popped up and we both smiled. The second count down showed up and we stuck our tongues out. Then we made duck faces. In the fourth one, Stiles kissed my cheek and I closed my eyes and smiled. As the fifth countdown started, I looked at Stiles and he was putting up a peace sign, looking at the camera. I grabbed his face and pulled it towards me. I kissed him as hard as I could.
After the flash went off, I pulled away but Stiles pulled me back. It was awkward in the position we were in so I moved to straddle his lap. He smiled into the kiss and I quickly slipped my tongue into his mouth. He moaned as my tongue searched his mouth. He ran his hands up my legs. I moved my head to kiss his neck when I heard a cough. I looked up and saw Scott and Allison looking at us. Allison had a slight smile on her face and Scott was trying not to laugh.
"Sorry to interrupt what looks like fun, but we want to take pictures too so move," Scott said trying to be tough but just looking like an overexcited puppy.
I laughed awkwardly as I got off of Stiles' lap. He situated himself as he stood up and followed me out of the photo booth. He grabbed my hand as we walked back to the benches. I sat down and wrapped his jacket around me. Something crinkled in the pocket so I stuck my hand into it. I pulled out a package of Reese's peanut butter cups. I held them out to Stiles.
"Why do you have Reese's in your pocket?" I asked amused.
"Cause I get hungry sometimes," he defended taking it out of my hand.
"Fine, whatever," I said chuckling. I turned my head to watch Lydia skating around.
"Whoa," Stiles said catching my attention. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. He handed me our strip of photos from the photo booth. I took them and gasped.
"Why are my eyes like that?" I asked.
"The lens flare maybe? That's why they can't get a good mug shot of Derek," Stiles suggested.
"So that means that my werewolfitude has become official, huh?" I asked rhetorically.
"I guess so," Stiles said opening the Reese's.
"At least we got two good pictures," I said positively.
"Yeah, pictures that I will make copies of and hang up everywhere so everyone knows we are together," he said with a smirk.
"No offense but that's kind of creepy," I said laughing.
"Hey!" he defended himself, "I gotta let people know that you are mine."
"Alright," I said giving up.
"You want one?" he asked holding out the package.
I nodded and took one, "God, you are a good boyfriend."
"It's good to know that food is the way to your heart," he said laughing.
"Hey!" I argued, "Do not judge me cause I like food."
"I'm not judging you. I think it's cute," Stiles said hitting his shoulder against mine.
"Mhm, you're just saying that," I said smiling.
"I think that might be why we go so well together. I mean that and many other things," he said softly.
"I think we go well together for multiple reasons. Kind of like chocolate and peanut butter," I said looking at his face.
"I couldn't have said it better myself," he said with a grin, "Now finish that so we can go skate again."
He stood up and went to put his skates back on. I ate the peanut butter cup and moved to get my skates. The minute I moved, I felt the feeling in my stomach again. I winced as it got stronger. I groaned and looked up. Lydia was standing still on the ice. She bent down and kneeled to touch the ice. She was crawling across the ice. I stood up and ran to the ice rink. I didn't even have skates on but I tried to get on the ice. When I realized I couldn't get to Lydia, I yelled her name but she didn't hear me.
"Stiles!" I yelled.
"What?" he asked walking over to me in his skates.
"Go get Lydia," I said sternly.
"What? Why?" he asked confused.
"Peter," was all I could say before Lydia let out an ear-piercing scream.
I turned around and found the nearest garbage can. I bent over it and threw up for about three minutes straight. I stood up and felt very lightheaded.
"What is happening?" Scott said running into view.
While I was throwing up, Stiles must have gotten Lydia off of the ice because she moved to stand next to Allison.
"I don't know," Stiles said looking at me.
I shook my head, "I can't explain it."
"Let's get you home," Allison suggested, holding onto Lydia. She directed her to the exit and outside to the parking lot.
Scott, Stiles and I were standing in a little triangle. They both looked at me expectantly.
"What? You think I have an explanation for what just happened? I don't and if I did, I would feel a lot better than I do right now," I said wrapping my arms around my torso.
Scott nodded, "We should all probably head on home."
Stiles and I nodded. We followed Scott out into the parking lot. He went over to Allison's car probably wanting some alone couple time. Stiles and I headed over to the Jeep. We walked in silence. When we got to the Jeep, Stiles opened my door again which was nice but he was still watching me carefully. He quickly walked around and got in. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards my house. We were both silent for a while before either of us said anything.
"I don't know why I said Peter," I whispered.
He nodded, "Are you okay?"
"Stop asking if I'm okay," I snapped.
"Sorry," he mumbled curtly.
I looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on with me and I can't keep throwing up or fainting every time something bad happens. I'm scared Stiles but I don't want you to treat me like a fragile thing every time this happens."
"I don't like seeing you in pain," he argued.
"I know but as of right now, I don't have any control of it," I admitted.
"Why do you think it keeps happening?" he asked.
"It probably has something to do with my mom's side of the family," I said. He nodded, "I'm sorry this ruined our date."
"Are you kidding? This was the best first date ever," he said, his eyes lighting up.
"Really?" I asked.
"Well I don't have anything to compare it to but I got to be with you and honestly we could have been in a dungeon somewhere and I would have been happy," he said with a laugh.
"A dungeon?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Now that I think about it, there is probably a lot that we could do in a dungeon. I mean there are handcuffs and chains," he said with a sigh.
"You're imagining us having sex in a dungeon now aren't you?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"Yeah," he said with a contented sigh.
We pulled into my driveway and I looked at him expectantly. I got out of the car and began to walk towards the house. I wanted to leave him alone with his sex dungeon thoughts. If I interrupted those, it could end in us having sex in the Jeep, in my driveway. I heard him following me after I got to the steps. I turned around and saw him approaching me on the front porch.
"What are you doing?" I asked with a smirk.
"Walking you to the door like a good boyfriend," he said leaning down to kiss me.
"I thought I told you that you were a good boyfriend," I said teasing him.
He leaned closer and was right about to kiss me when the front door opened. I turned my head and saw Seth trying not to laugh. I glared at him and he smirked.
"Dude, seriously?" Stiles said flailing his arms.
"Sorry, Stiles. Emma, your mom needs to talk to you and she sent me to break whatever this was up," he said still smiling.
"Thanks," I snapped, glaring at him. He didn't take the hint, he just stood in the doorway, watching us. I sighed heavily and turned back towards Stiles.
"Goodnight," I said hugging him.
"Goodnight," he said kissing the top of my head.
I let go, turned, and pushed past Seth into the house. I marched into the kitchen where I knew my mom would be waiting for me. She was sitting at the kitchen table, working on files. I sighed and sat down across from her.
"You needed to talk to me?" I asked.
"Your grandparents are coming to visit," she said sighing.
"You asked them?" I asked, shocked.
"I needed to," she said looking at me, "You need them and I have to let go of the past."
I smiled, "Thanks mom."
"No problem," she said smiling, "Um, do you know why Seth has stopped wearing shirts?"
I snorted, "What are you talking about?"
"He hasn't been wearing a shirt since he got home about three hours ago," she explained.
"He and Stiles are having a jealousy match over me," I said sighing.
"Ah, boys will be boys," she said with a knowing smile.
I laughed, "Goodnight mom."
"Goodnight sweetie," she said smiling at me again before she went back to her work.
I climbed the stairs slowly. When I got to my room, I took a shower and got dressed back in Stiles' boxers and a sports bra. I climbed into bed. The minute my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.