"ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ?"

"Where ever I go, my thoughts follow."

Stiles was the skinny boy, the one who never knew when to be quiet in class. But there was one little problem he had, once silence fell upon him his thoughts grew louder, more violent like the aggressive tide constantly crashing against a family of dissolving rock. All he wanted was a body just to embrace him and always know what to say, someone who wasn't going to think he was mad when he opened up.
He would never imagine that person was,

Derek Hale.
The stone-cold man who unexpectedly needed someone equally as bad.