He shrugged. “I require very little sleep to function.”
She remembers thinking that his dismissive answer was going to be the lead-in to a joke. But instead, he looked her in the eyes and added, “Anyway, I’d rather be with you.”
She wanted to say, So would I, but the words got smothered by the fabric of a yellow, grey, and teal hoodie when Stiles slid both arms around her and hugged her tightly.
Lydia swears that hug had healing powers. It was everything she needed – full of warmth and reassurance, uniquely capable of silencing the doubts that had been rattling her nerves all evening. It was a hug so encompassing that she could think of nothing but how good it felt. A hug so perfect, she never wanted it to end.
She remembers the serenity of that moment, the way her love for Stiles swirled and then settled inside like the flurries in a snow globe. She let herself enjoy every precious second of it. She closed her eyes and breathed him in, and when she heard his contented hum, she thought maybe she was healing him too.
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