Your eyes open softly as you slowly sit up, your eyes immediately look up at Stiles Stilinski as he is practically beneath you on the couch in your house.

He's leaning against the armrest of the couch, one arm hanging over the edge and the other wrapped loosely around his waist.

You guys must have fallen asleep while doing research last night. You sigh as you run a hand through your hair and gently push against his chest. "Hey, Stiles. Stiles, get up." You mumble groggily.