Re: Second Floor
"Sitting right here," Stiles said as he watched the two. Isaac was completely comfortable with Derek and Derek was the same way with Isaac. He felt jealous at the sight of Derek running his fingers through Isaac's hair and it also made Stiles feel left out.
"Don't remind me," Stiles muttered to Derek, blushing in embarrassment over how he had reacted to Derek's words. He was tense where he sat, a large space between him and the two werewolves, as he finally got his mask off. Stiles rubbed his nose and cheeks as he looked around where they were sitting, trying not to look at his master and fellow slave.