This was wrong.
This was very, very wrong.
But damn, did it feel right.
Stiles Stilinski had only been home from his sophomore year of University for two weeks and he was already bored.
A double major in Social Work and World Mythology, he was used to a schedule that kept him running between opposite ends of campus and reading until well into the night,
but Beacon Hills was an entirely different world.
He didn’t regret moving home for the summer.
His dad had suffered a mild stress attack just before Stiles’ final exams, and immediately upon finishing the last of the seven,
he had thrown his duffel bags into the back of his rusty blue jeep and driven the four hours back to his hometown without a single stop, pulling in just after nine o’clock.
He spent the next three days corralling the man around the house, keeping him in a chair and restricting him to rest and serious health food until Melissa McCall,
his best friend’s mom and nurse extraordinaire, put her foot down, assuring Stiles that his father would be fine as long as he took it easy and didn’t overtax himself at work.
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