Bound .

Chapter 6

||Lydia's POV:||

After the shower I hopped onto Stiles bed, still wet. His eyes widened. "Well, aren't you going to join me?" I asked.

He crawled toward the bed and laid next to me. I roll over on top of him and start to kiss his chest. He flipped me over and started to thrust and I started to moan.

This felt weird with Stiles. Was I only doing this to make Jackson jealous? If I was, would I really care if I broke Stiles' heart once I told him I was just upset and didn't really care? Or was I meant for him? Was I meant for this unknown, caring, loser?

I'm not really sure. I pushed away and went to gather my clothes. "Lydia? What's wrong?" Stiles asked, concerned. "Nothing. Nothing. I just I don't know. Do you want a makeover?" I asked realizing that if I was going to date him, he needed to change. "Uhm.." He muttered. "Okay! Let's get started!" I threw him his clothes and put on mine. I led him out the front door of his house and into my car...