[BOOK 5] "𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 - 𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡."
For three whole months, Aspen and Stiles been happy. But that was until the Wild Hunt made it's way t...
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THE HAZEL EYED BOY was sat in his bed that night whilst the strawberry blonde was lying on her front, scribbling down some answers to her calculus homework she had been set.
Stiles, for the life of him, could not take his mind off of weird feeling that had been fogging his head all day long. He knew something was off, but didn't know what it was— it was like an itch he was unable to scratch, and it was driving him crazy.
"Stiles, what's going on with you?" Lydia asked with a soft voice of concern, putting her homework to the side for the moment.
Stiles sighed with a small shrug, "Something's just felt off all day, I don't know what it is." He then turned to look in her soft, green eyes— "Have you not felt it?"
"I mean, a little," Lydia replied, sitting up on the bed, "Maybe because Isaac's suddenly back, or—because you've been acting kinda weird..."
Stiles smiled weakly, not knowing how to reply. He was happy that the Lahey boy had returned to town to finish senior year with his friends, while the two didn't always get along, they did care for each other in their own weird way.
Isaac's return wasn't what was making him feel weird.
"I think it's just stress..." Stiles said vaguely, smiling at Lydia.
"Then maybe you just need a distraction..." Lydia shot back, giving him a knowing look as she leant forward and kissed him.
Stiles was taken back by the action, but he didn't pull away— even though something about it just felt... weird.
Stiles returned the kiss and her embrace, but there was no hunger to it, no electric feeling running through his body, there was no passion. It was like a hollow kiss.
But Stiles wasn't the only one who felt like this kiss was off, that it was missing something—Lydia felt it too. But she tried to ignore it, putting it down to over thinking.
Stiles brushed some of her strawberry blonde hair away from her face as Lydia began to straddle his waist. In that moment, an even stranger feeling overcame him.
Guilt.
He felt guilty for doing this, like it was wrong—but he didn't understand. Lydia was his girlfriend, what was wrong about him kissing her? He also felt incredibly guilty for feeling like it was wrong to kiss her.
"Do you have any..." Lydia murmured, growing lustful as their kiss deepened.
"Any what?" Stiles asked, genuinely clueless and not just playing coy. Lydia leant back, staring him in the eyes as she raised her eyebrows, as if to say 'really?'.
