The next morning, Lydia woke up with a painful headache, her ears ringing, the lights were way too bright for her liking this morning...or was that just the sun?
No matter, it just needed to stop. She sits up slowly, a light groan passing her pouted lips, her eyes squeezes shut as she takes a deep breath. "Jeez, what the hell did I even do last night?"
She whispers, before feeling the bed shift underneath her, and a groan coming right after. She quickly turns to see that it was none other than Stiles laying in her bed, his breathing steady as his eyes open, and a groan instantly passes though his pretty pink lips.
Lydia's eyes go wide and so does his as he realizes that not only does he not remember last night, but the fact that the girl he loved since third grade? He was in her bed. And she only had on a bra.
They both stare at each other, horrified. Lydia takes a shaky breath and closes her eyes. "Do you...remember anything?"
"No."
He responds weakly, his voice lower and deeper than usual, sending a unusual shiver up her spine. She lifts up the covers to see that she, yes, had underwear still on, and he had pants on.
"Oh we didn't have sex, we didn't have sex." She whispers, and Stiles lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. "Oh god, okay. Good. Good." He whispers, and Lydia nods. "I just have nothing on, simple." She clears her throat, looking around to see that she was in her room.
A/N- I don't like this chapter but whatever its a update :) late :( though. Oh and it's short. Pretty short. Sorry still love you :*
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P.S ~ My updating schedule is updating everyday if I can't then it's either I'm busing meeting Cameron Dallas and Nash Grier or I'm sleeping :)
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