Re: Bathroom
That was probably true. Though Stiles shared him--and by extension, his come--with Isaac.
Derek swatted the boy's backside as he scooted out the door and then turned back to the mess in the bathroom. Somehow, they'd managed to ruin all the towels, and the entire space smelled of fake strawberries and sex. He sighed and rubbed his neck before cleaning himself up, and then cracking a window to help clear the air.
The rain was now definitely snow, and piling up quickly. Derek blinked, frowning a little at the small flakes that drifted in. That wasn't good. He had a feeling that despite the August temperatures, the snow was going to be here for awhile.