Fandom: Teen Wolf
Word Count: ~ 2,400
Summary: After reading Stiles’ letter Derek isn’t so sure how he should handle the love confession. He decides to wait for Stiles to be ready to talk.
Sequel to: Loving You Is Like
The ticking of the clock drove Derek nearly mad. A sharp noise in his otherwise silent apartment. He didn’t know how long exactly he sat in his kitchen. An hour. Maybe two. He sighed and looked at the table again. A folded paper lay in front of him, his name written on it in a messy handwriting. Stiles’ handwriting.
“That I was indeed not in love with Lydia but that I was in love with someone else instead. Someone equally clever and magnificent and breathtakingly gorgeous. Someone who was even more out of my league than her. That I was – am – in love with you, Derek, and it scared the shit out of me.”
He still couldn’t process the fact that Stiles had written him a love letter. A fucking love letter. Of all people Derek knew, Stiles was the last person who Derek expected to have feelings for him. Was it even possible that a person who you treated like crap could develop feelings for you? Apparently so, because Stiles’ letter was very real. How, though, was still a mystery to Derek. And that kiss the other night didn’t mean anything. It happened in the heat of the moment, Stiles had kissed Derek and after that looked shocked and ran away. It didn’t mean anything. Of course Derek had noticed Stiles’ scent around him. The desire and lust that mingled with Stiles usually clean and sharp scent. But Stiles was 17 for Christ sake, it was normal for teenage boys to smell like arousal almost all the time. It had nothing to do with feelings or more so, love. What did he even knew about love in the first place?