Strictly professional

Grilled cheese and wine

*stiles

I've been awake for at least thirty minutes, I just haven't felt like getting up. I look around for my phone and noticed it's plugged up on the bed side table. I guess derek plugged it up for me.

I check the time and notice that it's 5:30 pm.

Im starving.

I step out of bed feeling a low throbbing in my head. It's definitely better.

I start walking to the kitchen through the living room when I see Derek.

He's on the couch asleep, he looks so sweet when he's sleeping. He's so beautiful, but I wish he was as sweet as he looked sleeping. I'm kinda mad that he didn't come lay with me.

Stiles stop he made it clear he didn't like like you, don't lead yourself on.

I bend down on my knees to shake him a little.

"Are you gonna stare at me all day?"

I jump a little, " gosh, did you have to scare me. And I wasn't I just didn't know how to wake you."

I get up and walk to the kitchen so he didn't see me blush.

I turn around still wanting to explain my self, and turn right into Derek.

I stumble backwards, feeling Derek reach out and steady me.

"Th-thanks" I stutter, completely embarrass. He must think I'm the clumsiest person ever.

"No problem, I'm going to get everything ready for grilled cheese ok."

"Yeah, what can I do??"

"Get the bread out of the left cabinet,"

I walk over to one and open it grabbing the bread loaf.

Dereks already grabbed the rest of the ingredients.

"Okay first things first, put some butter in the skillet and put it on medium heat," I did as he told me and he continued, " ok now spread a little butter on the side that's going to cook, and place them in the skillet."

I do it and smile up at him, I liked to cook with him.

Then he made me spread mayonnaise on the bread and add American and sharp cheddar.

I the put the bread together and let it cook for another 30 seconds.

He's so picky, it's kinda cute.

I jump up on the counter and watch him cook.

Derek starts another skillet and adds peppers, onions, mushrooms, and spices.

"What are you doing?"

I like mine stuffed with peppers and stuff" he said shrugging and perfectly flipping the food.

"Derek, I'm not really one to judge, but WHO in the world puts stuff in their grilled cheese." I say laughing.

He turns around smiling, he looks me up and down and I feel butterflies in my stomach.

"I promise you it's better than plain cheese."

"I'll try it, but I won't make any promises on if I'll like it."