[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 12/26/18: “dish, knock, back”]
Stiles stood staring into space when “Stiles?” called him back to earth.
“Pizza’s here,” Derek said.
Six deep dish pizzas seemed a good way to reward his friends for helping him move.
“So, you’ll be getting laid now that your dates won’t run screaming when they see where you live—” Erica had started till Boyd grumbled something.
Stiles had kept quiet, analyzing his feelings after hearing Erica say Derek’s dates.
“Stiles!” caused his full-out flail, his heart knocking against his ribs.
“Are you alright?” Derek asked.
No, Stiles was not alright. It was high time he made a move too.