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Memories | Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski.

The boy who stole my heart.

I walked into the kitchen, finding Stiles looking out the sliding door in a pair of his boxers, sipping his coffee. I played with the ends of his flannel, stalking towards him, feeling the cold tile under my feet as I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his shoulder blade.

"Morning, baby," Stiles' husky voice rang out, internally groaning. God, his voice is sexy as fuck. His hand landed on mine, rubbing the back of it with his thumb, turning around, greeting me with a chaste kiss to my lips. His eyes glanced down to what I was wearing, a groan erupting from the back of his throat.

"I take it you like what you see?" I smirked, pressing a kiss to his chest before looking up at him. He licks his lips, taking my left hand into his, his thumb moving the engagement ring that's on my finger. My smirk turns into a grin, remembering the night Stiles asked me to marry him, getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

"I always loved you in my clothes," He whispered, leaning his forehead against mine. He placed the coffee mug on the table, wrapping his arms around my lower back as we stand in each other's arms for what seems like forever. "As much as I'd love to stay in your arms today, we have an engagement party to throw and someone needs to cook," He mentioned and my eyes widened.

"W-Why can't we just order out or something?" I questioned, leaning my head against his chest, hearing his chuckle vibrating through his chest. "I guess I can get my mom's cookbook out and whip something up," I muttered, walking over to the cupboard, reaching for the book on the top shelf, just a hair out of reach. "Baby?" I asked, turning around, seeing Stiles' eyes glued to my ass. I snapped my fingers in his face, snapping him out of his daze as his cheeks turn pink.

"W-What?" He stuttered and I shook my head, taking my lip between my teeth. I pointed towards the cookbook and he nods his head, understanding that I couldn't reach it and he walked over, easily grabbing it, placing it on the countertop. "Here you go, baby," He kissed my head, walking towards the bedroom, letting me know that he was going to take a shower. I decided that I should probably put some pants on and I walked into our room, seeing Stiles' naked ass waltzing into the bathroom. Damn. I pulled on a pair of leggings, heading back into the kitchen as I turned on some music, glancing through the cookbook, trying to find something everyone would like.

"Chicken parmesan? Yummy," I muttered, gathering the ingredients together, glancing down at the ring once more. Stiles is the greatest guy. I put the chicken breast in the pan, covering it with the cover so it'll cook all the way through when I found a picture of Stiles and I from high school. Memories of the past played in my head like a slide show.

I had moved to Beacon Hills my sophomore year, fearing that I would be the only girl that was new, but I wasn't. There was another girl who had started her first day in a new town, her name was Allison and she was absolutely gorgeous. I felt a little intimidated by her beauty since I always thought that I was just an average girl. The principle had introduced us to our first class and I saw everyone's eyes on her, no surprise there. I looked to the ground, holding my books to my chest as I felt a gaze on me, picking my head up, I look around trying to find the person who was looking at me. My breath hitched as I saw a boy my age, who has a buzzcut, honey brown eyes, pink lips, and adorable moles that plattered across his left cheek. He's so cute. I gave him a small smile and his eyes widened, looking surprised that I smiled at him and he returned it.

The first time I talked to him was a couple days after meeting him, after I worked up the courage to approach him. I saw him at his locker by himself, the perfect time to say something so I don't embarrass myself, and I walked up to him, tapping his shoulder. He jumped, turning quickly, facing me, his cheeks darken a bit. He looked around, seeing no one else around us as he faced me once more.