This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 46

It's a horrible thing when you feel like everything us against you. Like everything in the universe is doing all they can to try to put you down in all ways possible. That's how I feel right now and I hate it. I hate it so much, but there's nothing I can do about it. All I can do is stand here and take blow after blow of what life is dishing out at me.

"Do you want me to take you to bed?", Stiles whispers, breaking the silence.

I nod my head.

Soon I am carefully lifted into the air. I wrap my legs around Stiles torso and he slowly walks us to the bed, carefully laying me down. I instantly curl myself into a ball, exhaustion taking over my body. Stiles carefully slips in beside me and instantly pulls me to his chest, stroking my back while drawing little circles around it.

We lay this, quiet as little tears continue to spill from my eyes. I don't even know why I'm still crying. I should stop by now, but I can't. My mother has never told me she's disappointed in me or even looked at with such disgust as today, but the fact that Lydia just stood there and let me take all of it just burns my insides and makes everything seventeen times worse. I hate her, I cannot stand that girl.

"Do you want to talk about it?", Stiles' voices carries through the darkness.

I shake my head no.

"You know what I think?", he says while lifting my head up to look in his eyes. "I think that everything your mother said to you is complete bullshit."My eyes widen at his words as I open my mouth to speak but he stops me. "I'm not done. I think everything she said was complete bullshit because the the daughter she should have said all that to was standing right next to her. Lydia is the disappointment, not you."

I can't help the wide smile that forms on my face. I've read in over hundreds of books how one persons words can make all the difference in the world, but I never thought it could be true until right now.

"Besides, if she knew what a slut she was, she's think twice before even raising her voice above a level two at you."

"Stiles!", I squeal as I slap him on his arm underneath the sheets.

He bites down on his lip to suppress from laughing. It's probably one of the most glorious things I've seen in life and I'd love to replay it over and over again if I could.

As my hand slides from his arm down to his chest, realization hits me that he is barely wearing any clothing. My cheeks burn with the skin to skin contact as I so desperately want to feel every inch of his body. It's sex. Pure sex coming from a boy with a brain of a forty year old and the personality of a six year old.

"You know if you keep staring at me like that while you leave your hand there, you might drown in your own drool.", he says breaking my trance.

"I'm sorry." I said quickly removing my craving hand.

He quickly grabs a hold of it and places it back on his chest. I stare at him bewildered. His eyes are soft, gentle, but I can't read them.

"You know, I find it amazing how you were crying just moments ago, but the simple glance of my body has erased every trace of it." His voice is low, slow; sending goosebumps racing up my body as my heart doubles it's normal pace.

"You know, this is just as much as my body as it is yours. You're allowed to feel and touch it however much you want." My throat is getting dry and air seems to be nonexistent at this point.

Stiles begins to slowly slide my hand over his chest, let me get a feel of single bump of his abs and touch of his skin. His eyes stare intensity into mine the entire time, not breaking for even a moment as he continues his seductive assault of his body with my own hand.