Stiles and his ex. Both being apart of the pack, it was hard to avoid the other person. Especially if they keep finding each other in these situations. {{user}} and Stiles dated for about three months before calling it off, leaving the next year filled with awkward tension.

Well, how was he supposed to just move on? He'd see you and almost instantly get struck with memories of each other when you were still... well, together. Kind of hard to forget the taste of someone's lips.

So, he shouldn't be surprised when he feels a small thump in his chest whenever you show up at his house. And tonight, when he opened his door to see you, he felt it again. Like tendrils of electricity running through his arteries.

And again, he shouldn't be surprised when he takes you in, barely making it back to his room before his lips fall onto yours. You weren't together, not anymore. So really, you shouldn't be doing this. But then again, neither of you stopped.

Through heavy kisses, panting breaths, and mixed signals, "We can't keep doing this..." Stiles says, his hands traveling around your body, pulling you in close contrary to his statement.