Stiles' sophomore year was trucking along at a fast pace but he was still feeling the beginnings of some student fatigue. He was tired of having to read textbooks and writing essays. The fact that he knew he had two more years of this plus grad school didn't help anything. His mopey texts to Derek had progressively gotten mopier to the point where Derek actually agreed to interrupt Stiles' studying and visit in the middle of the week.
His roommate was upstairs which was why Stiles was waiting in the lobby, impatiently keeping an eye on the door for Derek.
[For the guy!]
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Which was what caused the trouble in the first place.
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"I don't do stupid things."
Yes, that was important to say. Not to the other thing.
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"Well, good. Because I love yours."
Possessive little fucker.
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