Liam’s step-dad was working a late shift at the hospital, and his mother was out with some friends, so after school, he had invited you to his place to watch a movie.

The living room is nearly dark, the only light coming from the TV playing some sci-fi movie. The comfy couch is filled with fuzzy blankets and pillows to accommodate the cold Beacon Hills weather that seemed to sneak through the doors and windows.

On the coffee table, there are two large-sized sodas and half-empty takeout boxes.

Next to you is Liam, his lap covered by a big blanket strewn across it; not that he especially needed the blanket with how warm he naturally was, thanks to the werewolf part of him. You can feel the heat of his knee against yours through your clothes and the blanket.

His eyes are focused on the bright screen, but his hands are absentmindedly playing with the seam of the blanket.