Chapter 4

Stiles suddenly found Derek sat next to him on his bed, his warm arms wrapping themselves around him.

"Yes." Derek said. "I do like you. And yes in the way you're referring to when you say 'like' before you ask."

Stiles flung his arms around Derek.

"I don't quite know why I even started to take you out but... well you're good company Stiles. You always bring a smile to my face."

They squeezed each other tightly and lay down on the soft cool bed. Stiles lay there, just enjoying the sensation of being in Derek's leather-clad arms sharing the air between them, filled with the relief that he was, in fact, not wrong to fall for someone.

Stiles woke to a pair of arms around his waist and a warm breath stroking his neck with every exhale.

Last night came together piece by piece like a jigsaw and a smile grew on Stiles' lips. It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a fantasy. It was real.

Derek stirred. Stiles prayed he wouldn't turn over or move. There was something sacred in what they had that morning. It felt like any movement would break the spell that bound them together on the unmade bed. Stiles moved his hand down to where Derek's was and placed his on top of it.

It was real.