This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 45

I quickly open the door as we scurry inside as quietly as possible.

"Wow, it's only been a day and I've upgraded to using the front door instead instead if a two-story widow.", he whispers.

"Well maybe one day you can use it when you're NOT sneaking out. Now shut up and follow me.", I hiss at him.

We make our way up the stairs carefully and slip into my room. My heart pounds the entire way. I can't believe I actually just did that. I just successfully snuck my boyfriend into my house! I mean yes I did it yesterday, but this time I personally did it. And my parents have no idea. Seems like I've been living on the wild side lately.

"I never got to compliment you on your room. I like it.", he says, wandering around and taking everything in.

"Thanks. It's not everyday a boy compliments me on my room."

"Actually it's not everyday a boy gets to actually be in your room.", he smirks at me. I stick my tongue out at him.

"There you go being a child again.", he laughs at me.

"Shut up!", I laugh as I walk to my closet.

"Where are you going?", he calls out to me.

I turn back to him. "Well I want to change into pajamas. A sweater and jeans aren't really the way I want to sleep you know."

"Well why can't you change out here?" His question makes me visibly cringe and I know he saw it. A wicked smile spreads across his smile at my uncomfortable state as my cheeks begin to burn.

"Umm- I mean- I don't think-"

"Vanessa, I'm joking.", he chuckles at me as he flops himself on my bed.

"You're- you-" I'm at an actual loss of words so I quickly dash into the closet, shutting it tightly behind me. Just as I catch my breath from the terrible experience moments ago, I hear Stiles' soft laughs from behind my door.

I smile to myself and begin changing into pajamas. I select my favorite bright red shorts and a white top. I quickly throw my hair into a bun and walk out of my closet. The minute my eyes lay on the beauty on my bed, I almost collapse and all the wind is knocked out of me.

Stiles sits on my bed in nothing but black boxer briefs. His chest is completely bare, his stomach flawless. His long lean body looks amazing sitting there and tainting my once pure bed with his almost sinful essence. My eyes rake every inch of his toned abs, the small yet detailed pecks that sit just above them. The slightly broad shoulder blades that cascade down to his thick biceps. He even has the little moles on various areas of his body. His small frame is significantly muscular that you would only be able to really know by seeing him like this and I can physically feel my knees going weak at this sight. I could literally go over there and take him the way he is right now. Just swing and wrap my legs over that beautiful torso and feel every single bit of him while running my hands up and down his body. Maybe even-

"You obviously like what you see.", he says breaking me from my trance. I probably have a fine line of drool dripping down my chin by now.

"I'm sorry what?", I say as I shake my head, attempting to rid the terrible thoughts filling my mind as the seconds tick away.

He gives me a crooked smile while getting up and walk towards me until he is only inches away.

"I said," he starts in a low voice, "you must like what you see."

"Umm n-n-no. I- I was just c-caught off guard." I'm stuttering like an idiot while trying to look anywhere but him.

"Then why won't you look at me?", he says as he lifts my chin towards him so I'm forced to look at him. The simple touch practically lights my body like a match.