Stiles sighed heavily. "Fiiiiine, I'll try. For you. Since you're letting me live here and all." Which was really an awesome thing for Derek to do. And Stiles would have probably ended up bothering him at all hours during the day because he didn't want to be alone. Stiles counted the panes in the skylight, trying his hardest to not be a pain in the ass for Derek. He didn't want his invite to stay revoked not twenty minutes after it had been stated aloud.
Derek gave him the name of the book and Stiles' eyebrows went up about the subject. Either he'd have to borrow the book from Derek when he was done, or see if they had it at the library. It was an interesting concept. Not that that Richard Siken guy did it as a ruse, but genuinely wrote about how in love he was with some guy, and had the balls to get it put into print. Now, that was something.
Derek was standing up and Stiles pushed himself into a seated position, dropping his feet to the floor. Derek held the book out to him and he took it, making sure he didn't lose his place. He read the paragraph slowly, aware his heart was doing strange things. He forced himself not to look up at Derek after every sentence, and managed to make it until the end, where his heart dropped into his stomach in a really weird way.
Stiles swallowed firmly, holding the book back up to Derek. "It's good," he nodded, hoping his voice didn't betray the odd, indescribable swirl of emotions going on in his chest. "Powerful. It's definitely an interesting way of writing." He was quiet for a moment and glanced down at Derek's stocking feet. He didn't think he'd ever seen Derek without his boots on. He returned his gaze to the werewolf. "When you're done with it, could I borrow it?"