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Biting and sweaty kisses. 
Moans and louder groans. The soft hum of music playing in the background. Her hands tangled in my hair, and mine locked around her back as we moved in sync together. The blissful sounds of her moans was all I could hear in my ears. 
                          
"Stiles," She moaned loudly. I went faster, letting my lips wander to an open part on her neck. "Stiles," She moaned again. I kept going, I grunted and groaned at every thrust. 
                          
"Stiles." She said more sternly, but I kept going. I needed to finish, I needed this with her. "Stiles!"
                          
My eyes snapped open. 
                          
"Stiles we're going to be late." I looked around my room, and there stood Lydia, the girl that I was just making love to, fully clothed and with her arms crossed. I looked at the clock, "10:31 a.m." 
                          
"Where are we going?" I asked sitting up. Her mouth dropped open. "We have been making these breakfast plans since I got out of the hospital two damn weeks ago." I groaned and plopped back down. 
                          
"Uh... Stiles." She said in a low voice. "Yeah yeah I'm coming." I heard her snicker, "Yeah. You probably want to." I frowned and looked up at here to see that she was staring at him. 
                          
At it. 
                          
At the fucking mountain under my sheets. 
                          
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," I said running to the bathroom. "Uh go downstairs I'll meet you down there in fifteen minutes." She laughed and I heard her feet pad closer to my door. 
                          
"Do you want help Daddy?" 
                          
"Lydiaaaaa." I groaned out. "Go." I heard her laugh and walk out of my room. She will be the death of me.
                          
"Guess it's going to be brunch!" She yelled into me. I sighed. 
                          
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"So how have you been?" Kira asked Lydia as Lydia chomped on her waffles. Scott and I eyed the both of them. "I've been good." She said pouring more syrup. 
                          
"You're such a dork." I said looking at her, my fork pointing at her syrup-covered food. She shrugged, "It's good okay." I laughed, "Okay Lyds." 
                          
The chime of the bells on the door steered my direction towards it. I saw her standing there. I swear to fucking god it was her. 
                          
I saw Scott turn his head to look and he looked right back to us, acting as if he didn't see her. 
                          
But it had to be her. 
                          
"A-Alison!" I slightly shouted. The girl didn't turn. "Ali-"
                          
"Stiles what the hell are you doing?" Lydia said hitting my arm. I looked at her, "I-it's Ali-"
                          
I looked back at the girl, who wasn't Alison. The girl with short blonde hair, and dressed in a floral print dress was looking at me confused. "But she was just right there..." Scott stood up. "I'm ready to go. Kira?" She nodded silently, and Scott left money on the table, and exited the restaurant. 
                          
"What the fuck was that?" She said quietly. "I thought it was her." She shook her head. "Stiles, it wasn't. Why did you think-"
                          
"I don't know!" I said a little too loud, causing heads to turn. I sighed and stood up. "I-I don't know." I threw the rest of the money down on the counter and left the restaurant. 
                          
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She sat silent in the passenger seat as I drove. The rain bested down on the windshield harshly, and I heard her quiet sniffs and I tried so hard not to tear up.
                          
"Lyds-"
                          
"Stiles I don't want to talk." I sighed and looked over to her, I didn't notice that she had tears running her cheeks until she glanced down at her phone.
                          
I let my hand wander over and rest on her knee, which made her body tense up. "I'm sorry Lydia I don't know what that was all about..." She sighed loudly,
                          
"How long have you been seeing her?" She asked. I frowned and looked over to her, "W-What?" She gulped and clenched her jaw. "How long have you been seeing Ali?" 
                          
I swerved to the side of the road to park. I turned to look at her, as her body jerked forward. "What do you mean Lydia?" I looked at her as I saw her long lashes bat against the tops of her cheeks. 
                          
"I don't know. I've been seeing her. Or thinking I have been." She gulped. "Stiles... I think I'm going crazy." I shook my head and unbuckled my seatbelt and reached my hands across my console and to her cheeks. 
                          
"Lyds no, you're not." I held her cheeks as I felt tears splatter against my fingers. "God Lydia don't cry. Please stop crying." I said pulling her weak body into my arms. 
                          
"I'm so sorry." She said over and over. I shook my head and held her tighter. "Lydia why are you sorry?" She hiccuped and dug her fingers into my back. I imagined her doing that but not in this way...
                          
"Everything. God for moving to Beacon Hills and making fun of you and ignoring you all those years and I just-"
                          
"What?" I said bringing myself to look at her. "You are such a nice person Stiles. And I suck." I laughed a little and shook my head. "Ba- uh Lydia no. You're not. You're anything but 'suckish'." She smiled a crooked smile and brought her hand up to mine. 
                          
"Stiles, that day..." She started, then turning away from me. "Why... Why didn't you do anything?" Oh god. She's referring to that day. I shook my head, "I couldn't do that to you. I know how Ja- He used you. I cannot do that to you." I said staring at the teardrops on her cheeks. "Why not?"
                          
Because I love you far too much to do that. "I don't want to hurt you." She smiled, "Stiles..." She started. 
                          
"You've healed every broken part of me that Jackson and Aiden left behind." 
                          
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HOLY SHIT HI YEP ITS ME WOWOWOWOWOW WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. ONE MONTH AND BOOM. THIS BOOK BLEW UP WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL I LOVE YOU ALL FUCK. THIS IS SHORT BUT THE NECT ONE WILL BE LINGER.