“Can we, please, not talk about it?” Stiles asked hurriedly.
“Okay,” Derek agreed.
After a moment, Stiles spun around again, his bright smile back on his face and his eyes sparkling as he purred, “You know, we don’t have to talk about anything at all… We can do a whole lot of not talking upstairs, in my room…”
A soft blush coloured Derek’s cheeks as he stepped forward and took a hold of Stiles’ outstretched hand. “I’d like that.”













