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7 - just the (perfect) person | part 3

SUMMARY: Derek has realized that you're his mate and does everything to keep his calm, as the two of you go out to have some coffee in a cozy cafe and learn about each other.

WARNINGS: cursing, lots of fluff

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Derek informed Lydia of the plan, of course, only of the part that included them finishing the translation in the room, but Derek couldn't hide the excitement from his face.

Soon, Lydia was already on her way to Beacon Hills High School while the two of you stayed behind to finish the job. You didn't question anything about the contents of the paper or the reason that it was for. You were simply enjoying the first day off from college with this strange guy who appeared in your room early in the morning.

''Oh, my God, last page,'' you said and sighed with satisfaction, swiping your fingers to the left to turn the page.

''Can't believe it,'' Derek added.

''I'll have to go over the whole text, our English one, to make sure it's sensible,'' you continued. ''Best to do it unless you want incoherent sentences that, well, won't... help you with this.''

Derek nodded and bit his lip, happy to see that the work had progressed so much. The two of you had sat still in the bedroom for three and a half hours, scribbling things down and exchanging basic life stories, and laughing about separate times in Beacon Hills.

''How- how did I never notice you when you visited?'' Derek wondered, leaning his head against his arm that rested on the desk. He admired your beauty deeply as you laughed at this question.

''I always stayed with Lydia,'' you replied. ''We also did stuff, and met some people, but I guess we never met each other.''

''No,'' Derek replied in a soft tone. ''I honestly would have remembered.''

That earned a warm smile in return from you and you turned your focus to the last remaining paragraph before any more work would exhaust you. Not even a third-year was capable of enjoying too much Ancient Greek in the morning, but the company made it more pleasant than normal.

''Okay, time to re-read this masterpiece now,'' you stated and stood up, smiling widely. ''But got to stretch out for a second.''

You outstretched your arms, feeling the tension and tiredness in your arms and legs leave you. Of course, a more perfect stretch would include lying on the floor and getting into different poses, but not with someone you just met a few hours ago. Not with a guy that looked like Derek and would later go to a coffee shop with you.

As you sighed in satisfaction, Derek couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He had to avert them. He cursed himself for letting his werewolf senses take over him like that. He wanted to stand up and outstretch his own arms, intertwining his with yours and deepening you in a kiss. No. He couldn't do that just yet. He looked at the ground and kept his eyes there, a small smile already forming on his face.

Then, his legs had worked for him. He was standing on his feet next to you. If not anyone else, Derek felt like killing himself at that moment for acting that way in front of you. You, of course, didn't think of even questioning him, but Derek felt like a nervous wreck in front of you, which was utterly new for him.

''I'll, uh, go get some water,'' Derek cleared his throat and told you, leaving the room after a nod of approval from you.

When Derek disappeared downstairs, you took the time to glance in the mirror. You shrugged and quickly fixed a few strands in your hair. You turned back to the door when Derek walked back inside, holding two glasses of water.