Chapter 9
Stiles POV
A soft touch wakes me up on my shoulder, sliding up to my face.
"Come on Stiles, time to go to school," Derek says in a whisper.
Now normally I wouldn't get up for anyone, but I'd do a lot of things I wouldn't normally do for Derek.
I get up and kiss Derek, but fall into his sturdy arms, light-headed because I got up to fast. I put a pair of jeans and a deep orange shirt on. Derek's got black dress pants on, and a white button-down shirt that's half open over a wife-beater, teasingly tight against his muscles.
"Headlights Derek," I say happily.
We go downstairs and he makes me waffles and eggs. Getting more confident with what tastes I see. Honestly, anything he makes is good. Food in general, couldn't live without it. We go towards the door and I we get our shoes. I button up his shirt, sadly and tuck it in for him. After that I slide a black tie around his neck and tie it. I pull him towards me, using it as if it were a leash, and kiss him passionately, pushing him against the wall.
When we're done kissing he says, "Hop in my car, I'll drive you to school and drive your jeep over later. I'll text you when I drop your jeep off."
"Sounds good to me."
When we get to school, everyone is staring at me when he parks one lane form the turnaround where the busses are, and I give him a love punch on the shoulder before climbing out of the sleek car.
