"Dude, I can totally be quiet. But why would I want to rob the world of my beautiful voice?" Stiles gave Derek a cheeky, shit-eating grin. It was a good thing, their back and forth. Snark and snark alike.
Derek met his gaze for a long moment and Stiles glanced away, cheeks tinged with pink that he would deny until his dying day. And then long after that. Derek snorted and glanced down at the pillow when it hit his leg. "Well, what do you expect, really?" Stiles snorted as well. Derek picked up the pillow and set the book aside. And got up. Oh shit.
Derek said that and Stiles yelped, scrambling to climb off the bed and got to his feet, starting for the stairs leading to the second floor that he'd never actually been on. He didn't know what was up there. But he guessed he was going to find out now. He was going to get cornered and have the stuffing beat out on him. That poor pillow was going to be destroyed.