I just sat there and cried.
Jackson back? That can't be good.
"Lyd, it's going to be okay.. I promise. I'll protect you," Stiles said, to my amazement.
I sat up from crying and looked at him.
I stared at the strings on his lacrosse hoodie.
"Lydia?" He said lifting my chin.
I had to look him in the eyes now.
His eyes.
Those beautiful, star-filled eyes.
My stomach tied in knots as I moved my gaze from his eyes to his lips.
"Lydia?" He asked.
My eyes shot back to his gaze. Curiosity crept into his brown eyes.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He smirked and let go of my chin.
My eyes dropped back to his hoodie's strings,"You'd never believe me if I told you."
We both paused.
"Just-just.. What are we doing here?"
"Snooping," he breathed, getting out of the jeep.
I followed behind him," And why are we doing that here?"
"They have files that we need."
"That makes no sense.." I said as he quickly turned back to me and stopped.
"You waking up in the middle of the night makes no sense."
I gasped in amazement at his snarky comment.
We got into the station and made our way to the information room.
"Why are we hereeeee?" I questioned him, getting antsy.
"Look! Exactly what I wanted," he exclaimed as he pulled a file out.
It was the Hale House Fire File.
"Why do we need that?" I asked snatching the file from his hand.
"This has to do with our new beloved Alpha Pack," he said snatching it back and sitting at a desk.
"Better question, where's Allison?" I said leaning down beside him.
"At the Hale house with Scott and Isaac. Or, supposed to be. With our last conversation on the phone, there's no telling what the hell is going on now."
I liked watching him talk.
The way his lips moved.
The way he blinked when he was really studying something.
What would it be like to kiss him?
Kissing Stiles Stilinkski.
Mmmm.
I moaned out loud.
"Uhhhhh, Lydia..?" Stiles breathed as I caught myself inches from his face with my hands on his thighs.
"Oh god. Shit." I stammered standing up straight and backing away from him.
I fixed my hair and he stood up and backed me up to the wall,"You wanted me just then. You can't put on your little act anymore and make me look like an idiot." He said it so seriously that it sent shivers down my spine.
Then he just sat back down.
I wanted to jump on him.
To straddle him in that chair.
To hear him moan my name and pull my hair.
He was right.
I wanted him.
I wanted him bad.