Warning: Language
Derek's POV
'God could Stiles get more annoying' I thought as he bounced up and down in the kitchen looking for something to eat "Hey Derek where the heck is all the food in this dump?" he says while looking in the freezer now, "pack meeting last night" I grumbled back, 'Those brats wipe me clean of just about everything when they come over. Just wait till I get my hands on the one who use my favorite shirt to clean up... My thoughts were cut short as I look at Stiles struggling to climb up on the counter to get a box of crackers down from the cabinet above the stove 'God do I really have to do everything myself' I think as I step over and grab the box down, I turn toward him and shove it in his hands, it was then I noticed how close we were..our noses were literary grazing against one another's, I then took a deep breath to calm my racing pulse and I inhaled one of the best scents I've every smelled in my life...CRASH! The moment was ripped away from us as Stiles crashed to the floor. That was the last straw as we both busted out laughing as I fell to the floor next to him "well shit, I thought I couldn't get any clumsyer then I already was" Stiles choked out, "well you always were one to challenge yourself" I took a deep breath inhaling the scents of happiness and deliriousness in the air and it only made his scent more pronounced. I steal a glance at him and immediately regretted it because he looks so beautiful.. His head is leaned back, panting as he tries to catch his breath, sweat glistening on his face.... I am so fucked
