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𝟗 | 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟'𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐞
...🌙...
PRESENT, BEACON HILLS
𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟏
A sigh escaped my lips, and I snuggled deeper into my pillows.
My hand held onto my comforter, and like clockwork, my body was slowly waking constantly before my alarm went off.
I groaned and fluttered, and my eyes opened. I looked through my sleeping haze and frowned at the time, reflecting back at me from the white numbers on my clock.
𝟕:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌
A groan reached my ears, and I froze.
I blinked and felt a warm hand on my stomach pull me back against a hard chest. I turned my head, looking over my shoulder, and my eyes widened.
I'm dead.
I stared at a sleeping Stiles, and I took him in. He looked relaxed. My lip twitched at his nose scrunching and his brows furrowing.
I didn't think about it as my hand reached up and brushed a finger, smoothing his brows.
Stiles jerked back, and his wild eyes met mine. My back fell to the bed, feeling the coldness through the sheets. I stared at him above me, not moving, just staring at him as he looked around my room.
"I slept here." Stiles broke the silence.
I nodded.
"In the same bed," Stiles said.
Again, I nodded.
"T-Together." Stiles stammered.
"Yes," I breathed.
Stiles rocked back and scrambled, trying to get out of my bed, but lost his balance, holding his arms out and falling on me until our mouths were inches apart.
I placed my hand on his chest to steady him.
"Oops,"
I looked at him, having the same weird feeling a few nights ago erupting against my skin. I trailed one of my hands up his chest, tracing his jaw, and I felt him shudder against me.
I liked it.
I did it again, and he groaned.
I dropped my hand. "Sorry,"
He opened his mouth, but a yell escaped as he was pulled off of me.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
I shot up, and my eyes widened as Bastian slammed Stiles against a wall.
