Being late to pack meetings was always your least favourite thing… but nine times out of ten, you were always late.

“I’m here!” You call with a smile as you kick of your shoes at your front door. Even with being Scott’s sister, somehow you were still late to your own house.

As you enter the living room, your eyes land on stiles as he turns his head to look at you, a happy but soft expression on his face.

“Hey—“ he grins as he shimmies over to make room for you on the sofa.