Teen Wolf
Sigh. Jim put down the donut. Deputy Johnston had sprinkled a heart on it. He allowed his eyes to go dreamy for a second. Call Stiles, right. Dinner with Melissa and Lydia had to be prepared. “Yyyeah-mmmh?” –“Stiles, are you and Derek even up yet?” –“Yeah-no-mmmh-hmm-sure. Nnnngh.” “Stiles. Remember the wrath of Lydia. Tonight is supposed to be romantic.” – “I know, got it. Woeing of her woman. Seeyoulatergottago-fffffffu-“ Jim chuckled. Boys. “Sheriff? A cupcake for you.” – “Another one, Deputy… Johnston?” The young man blushed. “A Cupcake Finstock?” Oh hell no. Time for the backdoor. There were dinners to prepare anyway.