make me hurt

I Trust Him

•Stiles' pov•
I woke up on a comfy bed wearing a too big white T-shirt. I looked around and saw a huge wall full of windows while rain poured outside. I got out of bed sighing in relief when I remembered I've been at Derek's loft for two weeks. I walked out the room and slowly descended down a long, metal staircase.

"Whose in your room, nephew?" A voice asked. I stopped and slowly descended more."None of your business, Uncle"'Derek said. "He's right there, though" the man said pointing at me. "His name is Stiles. And pointing is rude" Derek said, I couldn't help but chuckle."Well it's very nice to meet you Stiles, I'm Peter" the attractive man said kissing my hand. I blushed and nodded my head.

" So did you sleep well?" Derek asked." Yeah, I actually did" I said smiling."That's good. So I have to do things today and I was wondering if you wanted to come with..me?" Derek asked me stepping closer." Um yeah sure. It's just I don't know where my clothes are" I said gesturing to my body. Derek blushed a bit and said "oh". He grabbed my hand again and lead me to the room again. He handed me a pair of blue skinny jeans and black Tshirt and I found my red hoodie and pulled on my shoes. I blushed when I caught Derek staring. He was dressed in a soft looking gray Henley and extremely tight black jeans. He also had a leather jacket on. He smiled and led me to his car. A sleek, black camaro.