"“C’mon, Derek,” Erica purrs, a twinkle in her eye. “You know you want to play.”
She waves the empty bottle in his face like a death threat.
“No,” Derek says for what must be the hundredth time.
“What’re you afraid of?” Lydia coos from the floor where she and the rest of the pack are already seated in a circle.
Who I’m going to have to kiss, Derek thinks. Who I might not get to kiss.
Who I’m going to have to watch getting kissed.
“Nothing,” Derek answers instead"
This completely broke me. I need this in my life.
