I sighed, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel of my Camaro as the light continued to glow red. All I wanted to do was get home to my boyfriend, yet this stoplight decided red was it's favorite color.
Stiles and I had just moved in together, and we were loving it. It had only been a week so far, but hopefully we continue to stay on this path. This was my first late shift I've had to work since he's moved in, and I felt like shit leaving him alone at night.
The light changed to green and a smile appeared on my face. "Yes!"
I sped home (being a cop has its perks) and was at the door to the loft in 7 minutes. A new record.
I quietly opened the door, walking cautiously as I closed and locked the door behind me. I toed off my shoes, and placed my keys on the counter as I looked over at the oven clock. 3:48 am.
I walked into the bedroom, surprised to see a neatly made bed, with no Stiles in sight. I quickly looked around, before popping my head out the door to see the blanket on the couch moving. Either the blanket is breathing, I thought to myself, or Stiles fell asleep on the couch.
I quietly changed out of my uniform, and walked over to my sleeping boyfriend. "Baby?" I ran my hand through his hair, using my palm to caress his cheek as he started to stir. "Stiles?"
"Yeah?" He asked groggily. "What time is it?"
"Almost four. I just got home." He yawned, and settled back into the pillow as I laughed. "Let's get you to bed."
"Okay." He rolled into my arms as I easily picked him up bridal style. "I don't like to sleep in the room when no one is home. It's scary."
I chuckled, and planted a kiss on his head. "I know baby. I'm home now."
He sighed, and wrapped his arms around my neck. I bent down, grabbing the blanket and covering his cold body. "Let's get to bed."
