First lessons
Despite the fact that he and Derek had talked about this, a lot, that he was completely sure he wanted this. Wanted Derek. Stiles was still nervous as the loft came into view. It was a good nervous, he figured, but it still had his heart beating too hard.
He parked and locked the jeep, his for tapped an uneven rhythm on the floor of the elevator as it took him up. He knocked the same beat out against the heavy door, figuring he'd wait for Derek to actually answer.














