"On a scale of 1 to 10," Scott said. "How much do you love me?"
The two of you sat on his couch watching The Kings of Summer and eating popcorn.
"Mm, one," you answered.
Scott faked a hurt look. "[Y/N], I'm shocked."
You moved closer into Scott and he draped his arm around your shoulder. You wanted to close your eyes and sleep, but the appeal of being with Scott kept you awake. Having come to town a little over a year ago, it was hard to believe time had gone by so fast. It seemed like just yesterday you were a clueless human, pining over Scott, thinking he'd never ask you out.
"What are you thinking about?" Scott asked.
"You," you replied.
"All good things, I hope," Scott said.
"Of course they are."
Scott moved his hand through your hair. You moved down so that your head was now in his lap.
You drifted in and out of consciousness, dreams of Scott ready to fill your mind.
"[Y/N]," Scott shook you. "You tired?"
"No, Scott," you said sarcastically. "I'm falling asleep because I'm all hyped up on caffeine."
"I always get the sarcastic ones," Scott said proudly, smiling.
"It's past midnight. Normal people sleep, you know," you told him.
"Werewolf strength," he grinned. "You sleeping over?"
"I could," you yawned.
Scott slipped his arm under your legs and pulled you onto his lap. "You can sleep in my bed," he said. Scott picked you up like a baby.
"Hey," you said, but were really too exhausted to protest.
Scott started up the stairs.
"Hey, hey! You're going to drop me," you clung to his shirt.
"Werewolf strength," he reminded you.
"I hate you," you whimpered.
"How much, on a scale of 1 to 10?" Scott asked.
You laughed a little.
When you got to his room, Scott threw you onto the bed. "That's for saying you hated me."
Instead of crawling under the covers, you stayed on top of the sheets. You shifted uncomfortably. "Give me one of your shirts."
"Bossy," Scott taunted before throwing you his shirt. Already very comfortable in front of your boyfriend, you took off your pants and top and changed into his oversized navy t-shirt. "You look hot in that."
"Better than you," you told him.
Scott came over to the bed and kissed your forehead. "See you in the morning, [Y/N]."
Before Scott could leave the room, you called out to him. "Wait, where are you going."
"The couch," Scott answered from the doorway.
"You can't sleep down there. It's not fair. This is your room."
"Oh, so you want me to sleep with you," Scott said. A moment of silence brushed by the two of you as Scott blushed. "I'm mean next to, or around you."
"Smooth," you smiled. "Just get back in here."
Scott turned off the light, whipped his jacket off and plopped down on the chair.
"Come on," you patted the bed.
Scott crawled in next to you. "Is this okay?"
The two of you faced one another. "I love it," you said.
"But how much, on a scale?" Scott asked.
You smiled, and hoped the room was too dark for him to tell.
"Three," you said.
"That's still a good improvement." Despite the poor lighting, you could see Scott smiling wide.
"I lied," you said, turning yourself around so that you were spooning. "It's a 10."
