“Stiles?” You questioned, brows furrowing together at the sight of your best friend climbing through your bedroom window.

Everybody needs time to relax, do what they enjoy, and that is exactly what you were doing.

Laying on your bed, with a book in hand, candles lit, just overall cozy ambience in your bedroom, this was your alone time.

Or at least, it was supposed to be.

You had hardly even heard your bedroom window sliding open, only becoming more aware at the soft click you grew familiar with every time you shut your window and drew back the curtains.

Looking up from your book, you saw Stiles standing in your room, the faintest hint of a smirk gracing his lips. It was unusual for him, he never would sneak into your house because he was afraid of getting caught. And he’d never do it without at least making you aware he was coming over.

“It’s just me.” His head tilted to the side and he slowly walked over to you, his eyes flicking down to the novel in your hands. Yeah, he was definitely acting a little … off.

“What are you reading, little dove?”