Chapter Four
My eyes flickered open upon feeling my phone vibrate beneath me. I grabbed the damn phone and checked my text messages while I hid my face from the shimmering sun that beamed up from the sky, snaked its way into the room through the open window curtains that I forgot to close last night before going to bed. I was that tired that I even slept in my dirty clothes, without bothering to even take a shower. A small, half-hearted smile formed on my lips as I read the text that the school had sent me, saying that there was no school due to last night's tragic events.
I got exactly the same text message from Stiles, just an hour previous that I just happened to come across. I didn't even feel the phone vibrate until two minutes ago. I guess I was really out of it. My eyes widen when I read another text from Stiles, one that I just got right now, that says he's going to be here in about two hours or so to explain what went down last night at the school.
That reminds me…. Derek! I turn around in the bed to find him asleep, with a calm expression laid on his features.
"Stop staring, babe," he mumbled with his eyes still closed.
I blushed but kept looking at him. "Oh, so you're not asleep?"
He shrugged his shoulders as an answer. "
Oh, and by the way, I wasn't staring. It's called admiring," I stated bluntly.
"So that's what they call it these days?" he asked, opening his eyes to look down at me.
A real smile formed on my lips as I looked back into familiar olive-green orbs, which I happen to love with all my being, but not more than Derek himself.
I brought my left hand up to his face and silently brushed my fingertips along his cheek and jawline, softly caressing him.
"How do you feel?" I ask, all serious once again.
The time for games and jokes had past and it's time for things more important than that; Derek's health. He shifted and moved his arm to put it around me, but groaned in the progress.
"I'm a work in progress," he admitted, his features a little bit tensed.
I nodded, understanding. I was just glad that he was healing, just slowly. I can't believe my spells actually worked this fast. I guess him being a wolf helped a lot, since they heal a lot quicker than humans ever could.
"You can stay here, while you heal," I sat up in bed, slowly so I wouldn't hurt him.
"I'm going to get you some clean clothes and make you something to eat… before Stiles get here." I said and leaned towards him to kiss him on the lips. He kissed back almost right away, but when he wanted to make the kiss even more heated and passionate I pulled back and shook my index finger at him. He simply groaned and gave up, knowing he wouldn't win an argument with me.
"Don't go anywhere," I warned as I pointed at him before walking out the door.
It was already 8.00 am and both Angela and Ben had left to work already. I open the backdoor and walked into the house, like I owned the place. Well… technically I kind of do, I guess. I went upstairs and grabbed some clothes from Ben's closet before going back downstairs to start on breakfast.
An hour later I had about ten pancakes lined up on a plate with strawberries and banana sliced on top, on another plate scrambled eggs, bacon and toast while in a bowl beside I had a bowl of oatmeal with blueberries and sliced strawberries. I placed all the plates nicely on a rolling tray table before I poured a glass of orange juice and pushed the tray out of the door.
"You better eat most of it," I said looking at Derek sternly.
He sighed and nodded, knowing better than to go against my wishes.
"I'll come and check on you later." I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Oh, and don't worry… I'm not telling Stiles you're here."
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