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𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. Thanks to his heightened werewolf senses, he could always tell when she was nearby, and it was a feeling that both thrilled and distracted him. Unfortunately, this newfound awareness was taking a toll on his schoolwork, much to his parents' dismay. But in the throes of young love, Derek was blissfully unconcerned about his grades; his heart was too busy racing for Morgan to worry about anything else.
In a moment of impulsiveness, he decided to slip away under the pretense of needing to use the restroom, but his true destination was the music room where he often found solace. As he approached the door, he caught sight of Morgan, her cello cradled in her arms, and he felt a rush of gratitude for having her in his life. It was one of those moments where everything felt right, and he couldn't help but marvel at how fortunate he was to be with someone so talented and beautiful.
Derek's heart swelled with pride as he admired her from afar, his grin stretching from ear to ear. He thought he was being subtle with his gaze, but Morgan's quick reaction told him otherwise. She turned her head sharply, her brown eyes locking onto his with a playful glare. In that instant, he realized that his attempts at being sneaky had failed, but instead of feeling embarrassed, he just felt more drawn to her, knowing that their connection was something truly special.
"What are you staring at?" Morgan chuckled at her boyfriend when she noticed he was completely caught off guard. Derek shot her a playful smirk and replied, "I'm not staring, I'm listening," as he strolled over to her side. His casual demeanor only made her giggle more, knowing he was trying to play it cool while clearly being mesmerized by her.
"Am I distracting you?" Derek teased as he approached Morgan, who was just about to lift her cello to play once more. She shook her head, signaling that he wasn't bothering her at all. Just as she was about to immerse herself in the music, she felt his warm breath tickle her neck, followed by a gentle nibble on her ear. The sensation sent a wave of bliss through her, causing her to momentarily close her eyes, but they fluttered open again as reality set in, reminding her of their surroundings.
"I hate you," Morgan whispered playfully as she turned to face Derek, who was now sitting right beside her. Their faces were so close that it felt like they could almost read each other's thoughts, and the tension in the air was palpable. It took all their willpower not to lean in for a kiss right there in the music room, a place where they had shared countless intimate moments before.
Derek could tell she was just teasing; the quickening of her heartbeat gave it away. Still, a part of him craved to hear her say the words he longed to hear—those three little words that would confirm what he already felt deep down. He leaned in closer, planting a soft kiss on her neck, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of their connection.
"No, you don't, you love me," he teased back, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. Morgan's lips curled into a small smile as she nodded, and Derek's heart soared at the sight. In that moment, it was clear to both of them that their playful banter was just a cover for the deep affection they shared, a bond that was growing stronger with each passing day.
