You and Stiles had been dating for a steady five months.

He gifted flowers at every date, pointed to you every time he scored a point, laughed at every bad joke, kissed and touched like you were his future.

Stiles had a surprise, he hijacked the McCall kitchen to serve french toast at 6pm, it was sweet.

After, he kisses you on the couch, gently laying you down to nip at your neck.

When you kiss him, you almost don’t hear it — the faint, “Lydia” escaping Stiles’s lips.