LYDIA'S POV:

Almost every day I'd been acquainted with the library during my free periods, scowering for books to teach me things I didn't already know. Today was no different. Except there Stiles was, sitting at a nearby table when I found some heavy readings. He was intently reading a book with a cup of coffee in his hand.

He glanced up and saw me watching him, giving me a smile. "Hey."

"Hey." My face was probably red as a tomato from getting caught staring. I gave a polite wave and a half smile.

I looked away quickly. He was the one that wanted the break. After sifting through some more books I found one that caught my interest. I peeped back at Stiles, who was sipping on his coffee as he intently stared at his laptop screen with narrowed eyes, which was really kind of adorable. Before I got caught, my eyes drifted back to the books. Moving to the next isle, I picked up ones with a cool title and pretended to read the backs, sneaking peeks at him.

This is ridiculous, I told myself. Stop being so needy.

When I spotted one that actually caught my attention, I reached to the top shelf, but even in my three inch heels I couldn't get it. There was no step stools around to aid me, but that didn't hinder me from pursuing this book. I needed it.

Long pale fingers snatched the book from its spot on the shelf. My eyes trailed down the exposed forearm and onto lean muscle. Suddenly, surrounded by that familiar heady cologne Stiles always wore. Our eyes locked as he handled over the very thing that brought us together. My fingers brushed his, sending tingles up my arm.

"Uh, thanks."

He read the cover of the book. "Twilight." His whiskey eyes held a dose of smugness, as well as the grin on his lips.

"Don't look at me like that, Stilinski. Like you've gotten me all figured out." My free hand grabbed the book, then propped on my hip.

He leaned in closer with a daring glint in his eyes. "You do know that I've wanted you since the third grade, I figured you out before you figured you out."

My brow arched, my lips pursed, distracting some of that effortless smugness off his face. "You think you have me all figured out?" I stepped closer

"Oh, I know I do."

I grinned. "So what am I going to do next?" My hands snaked up his chest.

He obviously didn't see that coming. "Uh, we're in the library with other people, so whatever game you're trying to play – Oh, God." He stilled as my hand traveled to his quite muscular butt and squeezed.

"You were saying something about my predictability?"

He grinned goofily as his cheek wiggled in my hand. Was he trying to twerk? No amount of self-control could've prevented the giggle fit that poured from me, from us.

"Why are you still grabbing my ass?" He whispered with a trace of amusement as we got more than enough glares.

I laughed as I removed my hand. "I don't know." I fell into him in another fit of laughter.

He held my hips as he chuckled into my ear, unknowingly driving me up the wall. He lowered his gaze to mine, remnants of his laughter still on his lips.

My breath was coming in wisps, my heart pounding out of my chest. A blush settled over my cheeks as his hand snaked to the small of my back, trailing fire with his touch.

"Lydia," His breath wisped across my lips.

All it would take was me pressing my lips into his. I pulled away from his grasp without meeting his eyes. I cleared my throat. "Thanks for the book." I rushed out of the library, quickly letting the Librarian I was putting them on hold. She didn't question it, I was in here enough to have an unbreakable bond with her that she'd do me this solid.

"Lydia, wait." Stiles called after me in, catching me on the empty stairwell, gently grabbing my wrist.

"What?" I spun around. "What could you possibly want?"

He looked taken aback as he removed his hand. "I wanted to talk. We haven't done much of that and I miss it."

"Whose fault is that?" I headed down a few stairs, then turned back with anger. "You know you were the one who told me you wanted to take a break. What did you expect was going to happen?"

"Not this," He met me at the stair above the one I was on. "Not us skating around each other for months."

"What was I supposed to do Stiles? He said you wanted space, not me. I've been giving you space, I've been walking on nails trying to make you happy, so don't act like this was my fault." I glanced around us and lowered my voice. "If you wanted to talk you could've come to me. Instead you let me believe that you were okay for months. I already lost my best friend, I didn't need to lose you, too." He reached out, but I pushed him away. "And I told you that that's what I was afraid of and you did it anyway." My voice cracked and I knew I was crying, I couldn't look at him. "You promised that you would be there for me."

"Lydia, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about it like that. You looked so happy without me, like you could breathe again," He pointed to himself. "And I didn't want to ruin that."

"Well, I was faking most of it. You think that I would be happy in a world without you in it?" I met his eyes. He didn't say anything. "That's the most idiotic thing I've ever heard. Obviously, you don't know how much you mean to me. How I feel about you isn't going to go away just because we give each other space." Was he totally blind? "I'm in love with you and I've been in love with you for seven freaking months, Stiles. How can you not see that?"

He looked at me with shocked eyes, not saying a thing.

I gave a little nod as my eyes met the ground. "Okay, I get it." I turned on my heel and headed anywhere but here. Anywhere with Stiles was a place I didn't want to be, so after going back to the library for the books later that day I headed home with a carton of chocolate ice cream. My mind drifted back to that night on the boardwalk when I indulged and he brought us ice cream. I huffed as I thought about our kiss, the only one since then. Now it felt like the only other one that we'd ever have. It was so painstakingly obvious that he didn't want us together. I told him I loved him twice and all I got was a break up and silence. By now, you'd think I knew how to take a hint, but things have never been this hard with anyone besides Jackson. This was something different. What Stiles and I have. . .had was something different, and I stupidly thought we'd end up together.

My mom was out so I had the house to myself, I let out a sob that I'd been holding in for months while I was trying to be strong, and look where it got me. Nothing I could remember ever felt this bad, it felt like an elephant sat on my chest and my heart would explode into a billion tiny pieces that couldn't be put back together again. So I just laid in my bed and cried because I could. Hours later when the tears dried up and I looked like a mad women, my doorbell rang. No way was I answering that, not looking like this, and this wasn't just going to go away in five seconds.

It rang a few more times and maybe I drifted off to sleep, tired from all the crying, so I didn't notice the dip in my bed or the wet washcloth that was placed over my forehead. All I could do was sleep and try not to dream of Stiles.

What felt like days later, I woke with a start. The washcloth fell from my forehead as I sat up. Allison sat at my desk, going through some my photos on my laptop, scrolling through photos without her. She turned to meet my eyes.

"You're awake, how are you feeling?" She sat beside me.

I rubbed my eyes. "How long have I been asleep?"

She rubbed my back. "Since I got here, around five. It's almost ten."

I groaned as I leaned into her. "What are you doing here?"

"Ouch. Can't I visit my best friend without being hassled?"

"When the whole town thinks your dead, I worry about your intentions." I hugged her. Who would've thought I'd ever get to do this again? "Are you okay?"

She snorted a laugh. "You're asking me if I'm okay? Why were you crying? You didn't answer the door."

I really didn't want to talk about it, but this was Allison and for months I didn't think I'd be able to this ever again. "I flat out told Stiles I was in love with him again and he just stood there." I wiped at my eyes. "God, I'm a mess. Since when do I cry over a boy? Let alone Stiles Stilinski?"

She chuckled as she completely wrapped me in her arms, rocking me back and forth. "You're in love. Love makes you do crazy things and feel crazy things. Give Stiles some time."

That's all I've been giving him. I couldn't help but think this is what he's been feeling like for years. How could he stick around that long, making him feel this way?

"It's more than that." I whispered into her shoulder as I held on for dear life.

"What do you mean?"

"You said I was in love with him, but it's more than that. I don't know how to explain it, but it's so much more than that."

She sighed. "Trust me, I know that feeling."

"Scott?"

"Isaac."

Suddenly, I felt ten times worse. Allison wasn't one to mope about guys, but I could still talk to her about it. Why hadn't I done that the other day?

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head. "Nope, I just want to hug you to death."

Her joke was not lost upon me. "Very funny." I pulled away to look at her. "Seriously, do you want to talk about it?"

Her eyes were sad. "Talking about Isaac and I isn't going to change anything between us. He thinks that I'm still in love with Scott and I can't blame him. I sure as hell didn't tell him I wasn't. I don't know why I didn't. When I saw him everything we had flashed in my mind and I couldn't help myself."

"I thought you said you weren't going to tell him until we figured this out?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, well that went out the window as soon as I saw him. I didn't plan on running into him, but he was there at my grave. He was talking to it, to me about us. I didn't have it in me to not let him know I was alive. I just-I just had to feel his eyes on me and-"

"Allison?"

We jumped at intrusion at my window. Stiles was perched in the window, seemingly holding on for dear life and when he locked eyes with her his grip loosened, sending him flailing to the ground with a terrifying thud.

My heart just about jumped out of my chest as I looked down at him from out of my open window. "Oh my God. He's not moving." Dread filled me as I rushed down the stairs and out to his unconscious body. "No, no, no." I silently prayed as I checked his pulse. Dammit, I didn't have my phone on me. My hands frantically found his phone in his jacket pocket, dialing 911. "Hi. My boyfriend fell out of my window. He's not-he's not moving and I don't know what's wrong-808 Page st. We're in the front lawn." My eyes found the piece of white coated wood sticking into his side. "No-he's bleeding. What should I do? You expect me to do nothing besides apply pressure? Okay-just please hurry." I didn't bother wiping my tears as I laid my ear against his moving chest. "Please be okay."

Allison appeared.

"You need to go before they get here."

She shook her head. "I can't leave you like this." She dropped down to the grass with me. "I'm not going to."

"No," I sobbed. "You have get out of here. You need to be safe. We don't know-"

"I'm not leaving you again." She all but growled at me as she took off her cardigan and pressed it around the wound.

Stiles shifted, giving a little groan.

I wiped the tears off my face, not caring about the blood on my hands. "Don't move, help's coming."

After the ambulance got there and loaded him in the back of the truck I climbed in or tried to.

"Hold on a minute, you can't ride back there. You can ride in the front if you want." The male MT said.

"We don't have a minute and he's my boyfriend, I'm not leaving him!" I jumped in with Stiles.

"Ma'am, you can't be b-"

"While you're debating this with me he is losing his life, so please just get in the damn truck!"

"Ross," The black woman interjected. "You heard her, come on!"

Allison followed behind in her SUV. Her dad wasn't going to be too happy about this, but I couldn't think about that right now.

"Is he really dying?"

The black lady looked at me. "You never know until they get him into surgery, but by the looks of it he's going to be okay. Nothing too serious." She tried for a smile.

My hand grabbed his. Seeing him hooked up and bleeding like this scared the shit out of me. He looked so helpless laying there, so human.

"Honey, save your tears. Your boyfriend should be okay." She gave me an encouraging look.

I wiped at my eyes with my free hand. "You don't know that for sure." No one knew.

She handed me a wet wipe. "You have blood stained on your face. You don't want to freak your boyfriend out when he wakes up, do you?" She smiled and it make me laugh between the tears.

I took the wipe. "Thanks." I sniffled.

Once we got there Melissa McCall was the first person I saw as she rushed to us. "Lydia, what happened?" She looked at Stiles in horror.

"He fell from. . .from my. . ." I tried to explain but the tears kept coming.

She squeezed my shoulder. "You need to go sit in the waiting room. I'll let Scott know. I'll come see you as soon as I can."

I nodded as I furiously wiped at my eyes. That was all I seemed to do today. "Okay."

Allison joined me shortly after, receiving a lot of confusing stares. She ignored them as she held my hands in hers. "He's going to be okay."

That unknowing dread filled me. It was all I could think about.

Not even five minutes later Scott rushed in the waiting room, locking eyes with us. He couldn't hide his surprise that Allison was in public as he rushed us. "What-are you okay?" He asked both of us. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, letting me sob into him. "He's going to be okay. He has to be. My mom said it didn't look that bad."

"Scott, I have blood stained on my hands and face."

He pulled me away to look me in the eyes. "Lydia, this is Stiles. He's going to be okay. I promise."

My chin trembled. My hands shook. I couldn't help but think the worse as we sat back down.

"He's going to pull through because he knows you're here waiting for him." He gave a small smile as he took my hand while Allison took back my right.

Forever seemed to pass before Melissa came back with the Sheriff in tow. I was too scared to meet the Sheriff's eyes.

"He's still in surgery. If all goes well, he'll be in recovery in a few hours." Melissa announced. "Lydia, do you need anything?"

I shook my head as guilt filled me.

"Lydia, can I talk to you?" Sheriff asked.

I followed him into a semi private nook of the hospital. "I'm sorry. This is my fault. If I hadn't-"

Sheriff placed his hands on my shoulders. "Lydia, this is your fault. If anything it's my son's fault for being so clumsy." He joked.

I stared at him. "How can you make jokes when he's in surgery right now?"

He sighed in that tired way of his. "I have to make jokes because he's in surgery right now."

My bottom lip trembled as I looked away from him. "I'm sorry."

He held up his hands. "It's not your fault. You can't blame yourself for this. It'll drive you crazy."

Already there thanks to the dreadful pit in my stomach. "There's no one else to blame."

He pulled me in for a hug, reminding me why I liked him so much. He felt like a surrogate dad like Allison's dad did. "I think he knows you're hear fighting for him, he's not going anywhere."

I pulled away. "I don't know about that."

A look of confusion crossed his face. "Well, this is Stiles we're talking about. If Lydia Martin is here for him, he's pulling through." He gave me an encouraging smile. "Okay?"

"Okay." A small laugh escaped me at the affirmation.

"I'm going to go talk to some of the nurses, see if I can get any fresh dirt." He patted me on the shoulder before leaving.

I head back to the waiting room just as Kira showed up.

She found me and rushed to me. "Oh my God, are you okay?" She crushed me into a hug with that samurai strength of hers. "Is he okay?"

Some of my nerves eased as I hugged her back. "I don't know. He's in surgery. How'd you find out?"

"Scott told me." She pulled away to find Allison and Scott holding hands. "Uh, I must be dreaming."

I lead her over. "No, you're not."

"How did this happen?"

I shrugged. "We don't know."

Scott rose to hug her with a pained look on his face, pulling away from Allison. He held Kira so close to him I thought they would become one. He shook. Was he crying? Kira shushed him, rubbing his back.

"He's going to be fine." She cooed. "You're going to have your best friend back in no time."

I looked at Allison, she seemed fine with this. Not in the slightest bit jealous.

She looked back at me. "Are you going to be okay?"

I nodded. Now I was worried about Scott and what would happen to him and Sheriff he something happened to Stiles. I forced back the tires, tired of crying. All I wanted was to be there for Scott, but Kira was doing a pretty good job and she sat in his lap, holding his head to her stomach as he fought the tears.

Kira and Allison locked eyes.

"I'm really glad you're back." Kira said with a polite smile. She reached out her hand for Allison's and gave a little squeeze.

Allison nodded. "Thanks. I'm glad you're here for him."

I had a feeling they would be having an awkward conversation later. All of them.

"Where the hell is Malia?" I muttered.

"She's at Peter's with Isaac. I told them Stiles was here, they're on the way back to town." Kira confirmed.

Allison shifted beside me, clearly aware of the thing between Isaac and Malia.

"I wouldn't give it much thought," She said to Allison. "They aren't together."

Allison gave her an appreciatory smile as she stared ahead. "Thanks."

I must've fell asleep on Allison's shoulder because she shook me awake. "Huh?"

"Lydia, Stiles is awake."

My eyes shot open. I took in m surroundings, remembered what happened. "What?"

"He's in recovery. Melissa said you could go see him." She smiled.

Relief washed over me. I met Scott's eyes. "You should come with me."

He rose, giving Kira a quick kiss on the lips before following me.

When we got to his room he was asleep, which I should've expected. He looked so peaceful, unlike before when he looked dead to me.

"Aww, look at him." Scott grabbed my hand. "He looks so cute."

I choked out a laugh as I met his chocolate brown eyes. "Yes, he is."

He smiled. "You guys are going to be okay." He promised.

We placed chairs on either side of his bed and prayed that everything was fine. Just because he lasted through surgery didn't mean he was a hundred percent okay. The Sheriff came in not too much later and sighed with relief as he stared at his son.

Scott rose to pat him on the back. "I'll be in the waiting room. Let me know when he wakes up." He gave me a quick hug before leaving.

"Uh, I'll just be outside." I found a set of empty chairs. It wasn't long before sleep overtook me again, probably from all the crying and worrying I've been doing. I dreamed of happy things like all of us years from now settled down and parented.

Kira was sitting on Scott's lap as we sat around a lawn table in a random backyard, Allison and Isaac laughed at something Stiles said as he patted my bulging belly as I sat in between his legs. Our hand linked, my fingers ran over his wedding band as I smiled at Malia who was arguing with some faceless guy. I sipped my lemonade as everyone else tasted a little red wine.

"Mommy!"

Allison grabbed her daughter and blew her kisses into her stomach, giggling with her. Isaac looked at them with adoration in his eyes as she reached for him.

"Aww, what's wrong sweetheart?"

Scott whispered something in Kira's ear that made her blush scarlet red as she slapped his chest playfully.

Malia jumped up and chased after her two sons. "Jason, Peter, get your asses back here."

"Malia," Allison chastised playfully. "Language."

"Sorry my two werecoyotes are testing my patience." She whisked after them as they teased Kira and Scott's daughter.

Stiles' arms tightened around me, reminding me that I didn't want to be anywhere else. "Pretty soon that's going to be us." He said into my ear.

I beamed up at him. "I can't wait." I pursed my lips for a kiss.

He met my lips with a purse of his own. "You're going to make a phenomenal mother."

My heart pattered in my chest every time he said things like that. "I love you so much."

His brow furrowed. "I didn't hear you say I'm going to be a great dad."

I laughed as his realization. "I love you." I said again.

He gave me a look of pure happiness. "I love you, too." He kissed me again, this time with more force.

When he pulled away I gazed into his eyes. "I'm glad you're the father of my child, Mr. Stilinski."

He lowered his forehead to mine. "Me, too, Mrs. Stilinski."

"Lydia," Someone shook me. "Wake up."

I groaned, stiff as I sat up. Those chair handles sure were hard on a girl's back. My eyes met whiskey ones. My heart jumped in my chest. "Stiles?"

He kneeled in front of me in his hospital gown. "Yeah, I'm here."

Alarm rose as the doctors noticed him.

"Sir, you can't be out of bed."

He was okay and he was in front of me.

He turned to them. "I'm talking to my girlfriend, so." He turned back to me and winced.

My heart constricted at the word girlfriend as I ushered him to his room. "Are you out of your freaking mind? You can't be out of bed, you just had surgery."

He rolled his eyes as the nurse helped me.

I laughed at his expose backside. "Stiles, you are aware that your robe is open in the back, right?"

"What?" He looked behind him and shrugged. "Oh."

His indifference only made me excited. He laid back down with a sarcastic look on his face as he glared at the nurse. "I'm fine, geez. What kind of hospital is this anyway? I can't even check on my girlfriend without causing a fuss." He shook his head in irritation.

There it was again. Girlfriend.

After the nurse hooked him back up and checked his bandages she gave him a serious glare. "Don't make me sedate you, Stilinksi."

He made a sound of disgust as he watched her leave. "The service in the place is horrendous, just so you know."

Even though he was making light of this situation I was still very much aware that I could've lost him today. And then where would I be?

He met my eyes, a look of understanding crossed his face. "Come here, don't cry."

My arms wrapped around him as I snuggled my face into his neck, somehow forgetting he was injured, causing him to groan in pain. I muttered an apology. For some reason earlier I thought I was done crying, but the floodgates opened up as he embraced me, spreading his warmth around me.

"Please don't cry, I'm okay."

That only made me cry harder. How close had I been to losing him? A few minutes away or a second away?

I brought my forehead to his as I sat down on the side of the bed. "You are not allowed to be in here ever again, do you understand me?"

He wiped away my tears as he took me in. "I'm sorry I put you through this." He held his hand to my cheek.

"I don't want to hear your sorry ass apology, I want to hear you promise me."

He grinned as he gave a slight nod. "Okay, I promise you that I'll try not to end up back here."

I choked out a laugh as I playfully hit his shoulder.

"That's a very loose promise. You do know that I'm only human?"

"Shut up." I pressed my lips to his, long enough to reassure me that he was okay. I broke away from the kiss, forgetting that my feelings were one-sided. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, what's with the stopping?"

I gave him a look. "You didn't say anything when I told you, I thought you didn't. . ."

His hand grabbed mine. "You silly, Banshee, why do you think I climbed through your window?"

"Why'd you come through the window, why not the front door?"

He grinned. "I was trying to be romantic. I guess it worked."

I shook my head at his logic, but smiled regardless. "Was this tour plan all along?"

His eyes held a mischievous glint. "You'll never know."

I laughed. "You're mean."

He squeezed my fingers. "And you're too cute when you're worried about me."

My brow furrowed together. "You could've died. I was a little more than worried, Stiles." My voice rose. "Next time you try and pull something like that remember if you don't die I will kill you."

He made a face. "Geez, this is what I get for trying to woo you."

My hand went to his cheek, loving that his breath hitched at my touch. "You've been wooing me for seven years. I didn't need you to climb through a window just to tell me you loved me."

A teasing grin played on his lips. "I didn't say I loved you."

I would've hit him again if not for the Sheriff busting into the room along with Scott.

"Hey, buddy." Sheriff grinned from the door.

Scott came to the other side of the bed. "Bro, you wiped out." He patted his shoulder.

"It was worth it." He brought my hand to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss upon it.

Heat filled my cheeks. "I'm going to be in the waiting room. I'll come back after you get some rest." I pulled away, avoiding looking at Scott because I know he was smiling too hard. I caught the Sheriff's eyes and nodded as I headed for the door.

"Lydia," Stiles called.

I turned to look at him.

"I love you." He grinned.

"I love you, too." I beamed. I waited until I was out of earshot to squeal and do a little dance. A few of the nurses laughed at me, including Melissa.

She walked up to me. "I take it Stiles is okay and you're okay?"

"He told me he loved me." I hugged her.

She gave me a look. "And you didn't already know that?" She gave a half shrug. "It's kind of cute to the roles have reversed."

"What do you mean?"

"When you were here after Peter bite you Stiles stayed the entire weekend, sleep on some chairs with a bunch of balloons and stuff."

Guilt riddled within me. "Oh." Back when I was a royal bitch to him and he cared enough to sleep on these hard ass chairs. I didn't even see him here.

"You don't sound too happy about that."

I sighed. "I wasted so much time ignoring him. I could've lost him today, before we could. . ."

She gave my arm a friendly motherly squeeze. "But you didn't lose him, so don't waste time thinking about the past. Live in the future. I know I am." She laughed and nodded down the hall.

Scott's dad was heading for us.

"Ms. McCall, you're not dating with Agent McCall, are you?"

She blushed. "Define dating?" She whispered before he could reach us.

"I'm pretending I didn't hear any of that." I smiled at her as I headed back to the waiting room, briefly smiling at Agent McCall.

Allison was still here, sitting beside Kira, who had Malia and Isaac on her other side. Oh, God. This had to be awkward on some many levels.

Malia spotted me and practically attacked me with hugs and kisses on the cheek. Kira shortly joined her. I don't know why, but we were all crying pretty soon.

"Guys, everything's okay." I assured them. "Why are we crying?"

"I'm not crying." Malia lied. "You're stench is just that strong."

I pulled away. "What?" I had that whole moment with Stiles smelling of BO?"

She wiped at her eyes. "I lied, I was crying."

Kira and I laughed at her as we went back in for another hug. Everything was going to be okay. I had my girls, I had Stiles, and I had Allison. My eyes drifted to her, she tried not to look jealous, but I could tell she was. I motioned for her to join us, but she shook her head.

"Guys," I whispered. "Allison is a little jealous right now so I'm going to need us all to shimmy over there and get her in on this."

"Good call." Kira made as carefully took our cuddle triangle over to her.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

Kira and Malia pulled her into the triangle, making it a square, which she was even more surprised by. We squeezed and laughed until she started laughing with us, then we attacked her with hugs and some pg-13 kisses. I'm sure we all looked like needy children up against her, her height making her look older.

"Enough." She couldn't contain her laughter.

I saw Isaac trying not to smile at the scene we were making. "You want some to, Lahey?"

He held up his hands. "I'm good."

We moved to him, tugging Allison along with us. Being that they were more around the same height than any of us to him, they were closer than either of them realized. Maybe I was the only one that saw that tension that crackled between him because I knew it was there well before she died. When we all pulled away they wouldn't look at each other, not that they really were before. I wasn't sure if Malia and Kira noticed, but if they did they didn't say anything.

"What time is it?" I looked out at the window. It was day time.

Isaac looked at his watch. "Almost eleven. We've been here all night."

We all looked at him.

He realized harsh he sounded. "Not that I have a problem with that."

I shook my head as I refrained from smiling at him.

"But I am about to fall asleep." He added.

I snorted a laugh and everyone joined in.

We ended up not going to school that day, which was a Friday, so it wasn't too bad. Stiles was released two days later and I was so. . .nervous. We hadn't kissed since that Friday and I was terribly confused about what we were. I mean, he'd grab my hand when I'd come see him and I give him hugs, but sadly no kisses passed between us. Part of me wondered if I dreamed the whole I love you part, but when he looked at me it was all in his eyes. So why no kisses for me?

I couldn't just show up to his house with a lame ass teddy bear and flowers. So what did I get him? When I walked into his room with shopping bags he looked up from his book.

He smiled. "Hey, you went on a shopping spree before visiting me. Glad to know where you're priorities are." He pouted.

My eyes rolled as I sat the bags on his bed. "I didn't go shopping for me asshole."

"You bought me presents?" He looked confused.

"Well, yeah." I shrugged before taking out the stuff. "I kind of didn't know what to get you, so I just got you. . .a lot of stuff. I mean, half the stuff you probably won't even like, so. . ."

He looked at me with an unknown emotion in his eyes as he took in everything. He probably thought I was a fucking creep now. Shit.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I averted my own.

His hand grabbed mine, pulling me toward him. "Because you amaze me and you just pulled 'A Stiles'." He grinned.

"A Stiles?"

He tucked my hair behind my ear. "Is your memory that terrible? I bought you a bunch of stuff for your birthday."

"You're right, I pulled 'A Stiles'." I stared at his mouth, being this close was torture. All I wanted to was kiss it to death. Well, not to death.

"What's wrong?"

I met his eyes reluctantly. "Why won't you kiss me?"

"Why won't you kiss me?" He challenged.

My brow furrowed. "I thought you regretted it." I huffed. "I don't what I believed."

His hand cupped my neck, pulling me to his lips for what I thought was going to be a quick peck, but turned into something much more. His tongue sought mine, playing a cruel game of tease Lydia. It rained confetti in my head, firecrackers exploded, and bitches were popping bottles . . . Okay, the last part wasn't true, but I thought it was funny. His lips tugged on mine with the right amount of pressure. I moaned into our kiss, grabbing his shirt by the fistful. He bit my bottom lip before pulling away in time enough for his dad to come into his room.

He waved. "Lydia, I'm glad you're here." He smiled. "Just so you know I'm here, too, so keep it pg-13 guys." He warned Stiles with a look before leaving.

His hands placed me on his waist. "I'll take that under consideration." He practically attacked my lips, knowing just the right thing to do to get me to squirm on his lap. He groaned into my ear, moving his lips down my neck. To make matters worse I could feel him up against me.

I couldn't expect what happened to happen, but it did. I came. My cheeks felt like they were on actual fire.

His lips stopped moving on my neck. He craned his face to look at me. "Did you just. . .?"

My eyes met his. "Uhh, yeah." I nodded. "I did."

He looked at me with that same smugness he had in the library, like he knew everything about, and just a whole lot of turned on to that. "I just made you cum by kissing your neck." He assessed.

My lips pursed. "Do you want a cookie?"

"No, not the kind you're offering."

Oh, dirty bastard. "Who says I'm not offering?"

He grinned at me, knowing we couldn't do that with his dad in the house. Plus, he was still pretty injured. I supposed I could just do all the work.

"Ohh!" Scott popped into the room. "You guys are so gross." He teased. "Can I join?"

I jumped off of Stiles' lap. Did he hear everything?

Stiles laughed at the face I made. "Not this time, buddy."

Scott surveyed all the gifts on the bed. "It looks like a Walmart in here." He met my eyes. "You upstaged me," He smiled in that boyish way of his that warmed my heart.

"Sorry, I spoiled him." I patted his chest.

"I know, I heard." He teased.

Stiles couldn't contain his laughter, I wanted to laugh, but this was embarrassing. They dapped up right in front of me.

My moss green eyes narrowed at him. "Cyprianek Emiluśka Stilinski, how dare you."

Stiles just stared at me with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Dude, she just full named you."

I shot him a look.

"Okay, I'm leaving. I'll be downstairs with everyone else."

Everyone else? Now I was really embarrassed. I'm guessing everyone included all my supernatural friends with supernatural hearing abilities.

"Good luck." He told Stiles before shutting the door.

Stiles groaned and not in the good way. "Shit, Lydia. I'm sorry. I didn't even think-"

"I forgive you." I grinned like

He laughed, surprised. "Well, that was easy."

"Honestly, I'm totally embarrassed that I just full named you."

He rose. "I'm surprised you know my full name." He pulled off his shirt, wincing.

My eyes trailed down his chest as he reached for a shirt that I bought him. He smirked at me, knowing my mind was a devious place. I shot up. "Let me help you." The last thing I wanted to watch was him in pain. Did I have interior motives? Yes.

He saw right through me. "You know, you feeling me up isn't helping."

"Says who?"

"Says me, woman." He pulled me to him, kissing me like I was the only thing he needed. "I love you."

Hearing him say it again, I couldn't help but grin like an idiot. "I love you, too."

We headed downstairs, receiving some knowing glances. I tried my best to ignore them as everyone welcomed Stiles back. Even Derek was here, still as broody as ever.

Malia made room for me between her and Allison on the couch, they'd been chatting up about something. Neither of them were throwing looks so I figured they were okay. I searched for Isaac, who looked just as uncomfortable standing next to Derek.

"You little slut." Malia said into my ear. "I heard you. I remember what those lips could do."

All I could do was laugh. Allison was clearly shocked, but I wasn't nor was I offended. Malia hadn't said it to be a bitch, but to tease me. She probably didn't think it was in the slightest bit offensive.

After that everything calmed down and we all did something that felt like was never going to happen again. We all just hung out.