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I was having a normal morning. Eating questionable rice. Wearing my "I’m the hot girl that every guy wants " hoodie. The usual domestic bliss.
I opened the door.
And there was Derek.
Derek Hale.
Derek Hale From Beacon Hills.
Holding the hand of a young boy who looked approximately ten years old.
With luggage.
Multiple duffle bags. And those rolling suitcases. The kind you take when you're not coming back anytime soon.
Why is Derek Hale from Beacon Hills, standing on my doorstep?
How does he even know where I live.
"Derek," I said, because my brain needed a second to process. "What's—"
"I'm staying here from now on," he said, barging past me before I could form a coherent objection. "And I prefer a fall wedding. Color scheme, blue and gold."
I blinked.
I blinked again.
I opened my mouth to respond, to question, to perhaps ask if this was some elaborate prank or if I'd accidentally wandered into an alternate dimension,And then Derek Hale, Mr. Sourwolf himself who hadn't voluntarily touched me in approximately eight years, grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me.
On the mouth.
With tongue.