Let Me Heal You

Chapter Eight

Derek's POV

3 weeks later

Stiles informed me that he wasn't allowed to leave home tonight, apparently he's been away too much, his father's worried.
So, we settled for texting. He settled for texting.

From: Stiles❤️ 9:12 p.m.

I'm bored.
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To: Stiles❤️ 9:13 p.m.

You just said that.
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From: Stiles❤️ 9:15 p.m.

Well I still am. Lonely too.
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To: Stiles❤️ 9:15 p.m.

I'm lonely too.
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From: Stiles❤️ 9:16 p.m.

I miss you.
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To: Stiles❤️ 9:23 p.m.

Open your window.
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I heard his phone go off and then loud thud.

His window opened and his terrified face appeared.

"What the hell are you doing?" he whispered.

I shrugged. "I missed you too,"

"Get your werewolf ass in here,"

I smirked, climbing into his room, shutting the window behind me.

"My dad is downstairs, we can't do anything or he'll hear,"

I nodded. "We can just sleep together then. I drove here, I'll give you a ride tomorrow, and pick you up,"

He smiled. "Sounds good. Did you bring something to sleep in?"

I looked at my clothes, a navy blue t-shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket. "Um, no,"

He turned to his dresser. "I can give you some clothes if you want,"

"That's alright, I'll just sleep like this,"

He turned around, jaw dropping as he saw me in nothing but boxers.

"Um, okay, yeah, that's good, very good."

I chuckled.

"So how are we going to do this?"

I shrugged, sitting beside him on the bed. "Spoon?"

"You. Want to cuddle?"

"I specifically said spoon,"

He laughed, pushing me playfully.

"Come on then,"

He laid down, motioning me to join. I happily obliged, gently draping myself over him.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, pecking my lips softly.

Just a small peck on the lips didn't do it for me, we hadn't seen each other all day. I was literally aching to kiss him.

I pressed my lips to his, sighing happily. Stiles hummed against me, making me smile in the kiss.

We still haven't gone too far, no sex. The farthest we've gone was showering together.

- We made out for what felt like hours, enjoying each other's lips. Hands running up and down each other, through our hair. It was the perfect night.
I rolled off of him, chest heaving.

"Derek," Stiles whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I know you're a big manly man, but... Can you just hold me tonight? I've been having nightmares."

Nightmares...

"Of course, do you want to talk about it?" I asked, pulling him into my arms.

"It's just about my mom dying, then my dad getting really drunk... Blaming it on me,"

I kissed his forehead. "It's not,"

He didn't say anything, just nuzzled into my chest.

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