Saturdays were meant for sleeping if you happened to be nightmare-free so it had taken Stiles an embarrassingly long time to realize he had boobs again. The sun might have been setting by the time he figured it out. Clothes were once again an issue; any pants he owned kept falling off no matter how tight he tried to belt them. Luckily he knew somebody who wore pants waaaaaaaay tighter than him!
Being banned from Derek's bed didn't necessarily mean the whole room, right? 'Cause Stiles was in there rifling through his drawers.
[For those that live there!]
Being banned from Derek's bed didn't necessarily mean the whole room, right? 'Cause Stiles was in there rifling through his drawers.
[For those that live there!]