[ Derek’s continued concern and compassion cost him. Shaken out of the propped-up position against the other man, Stiles is gradually pulled down by the weight of his unsupported head—until he is comfortably lying on his right side over the center console, head cradled by the alpha werewolf’s lap. ]
Can’t sleep without my pillow. [ Frowning, he nuzzles a thigh as if kneading it. ] It still smells like home.
[ And after inhaling, he breathes out a sigh before finally drifting off. ]
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Can’t sleep without my pillow. [ Frowning, he nuzzles a thigh as if kneading it. ] It still smells like home.
[ And after inhaling, he breathes out a sigh before finally drifting off. ]