Chapter One<\/span><\/h1>\n\u201cI\u2019m not going.\u201d He refused to look at the man who shared his workspace with him.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cCome on Stiles, you need to get out,\u201d Isaac leaned back in his chair but kept his gaze on Stiles. \u201cAll you do is work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI like my job.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nIsaac sighed, sitting up, his chair protesting with a whine. He stood and rounded their desks. His long legs ate up the short distance in a matter of seconds.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThis job will eat you alive if you let it Stiles and you\u2019re smart enough to know that,\u201d Isaac replied, crossing his arms to lean his hip against Stiles\u2019 desk.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cMaybe, but I\u2019m the new guy on the team and I have a lot to catch up on, There are a number of cases that I need to familiarize myself with-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re going to tell me that you haven\u2019t used that reading skill of yours to memorize and cateloge all that in the last eight months?\u201d Isaac raised a brow at him. \u201cI\u2019m calling shenanigans.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFuck off,\u201d Stiles said, his mouth twitching with a grin. \u201cFine, I just don\u2019t like clubbing. At least not since I left college.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAnd when was that?\u201d Peter walked into the conversation, sipping at a mug of steaming coffee, eyes half lidded. \u201cLast week?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cPeter, charming as always,\u201d Stiles said, turning in his chair and leaning back to look at one of the senior agents on the team. \u201cDid you get a haircut?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cReally – huh, its looking a little thinner around the edges – interesting. It\u2019s probably the light in here though if you didn\u2019t get it cut,\u201d Stiles said, tilting his head to the side and squinting. He shrugged and turned back to Isaac, his mouth already curving into a grin as Peter reached up to feel at his hair. \u201cI\u2019m still not going.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cC\u2019mon, it\u2019ll be fun,\u201d Isaac said, grinning at Stiles. \u201cDerek said he\u2019d be there this time and all the other\u2019s are from the team are going too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhy do you think mentioning Derek is going to be the thing that gets me to change my mind? He isn\u2019t even on our team. He\u2019s one of those HRT door kickers you\u2019re always saying have too much testosterone and not enough brains.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHe\u2019s not wrong,\u201d Peter smirked over his cup, watching the two of them. \u201cThey attack a lot of doors and windows and other various inanimate objects.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWe\u2019re profilers Stiles and none of us are stupid,\u201d Isaac replied, giving him a significant look. \u201cHe asked if you were going to be there. Derek wasn\u2019t interested until I swore that you\u2019d be there. Then he was all in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFuck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI believe that\u2019s his intention, yes,\u201d Peter replied, amused. \u201cDerek asks about you every time he sees me, and while I believe he thinks he\u2019s being subtle-\u201d Peter shook his head sorrowfully. \u201cThe boy wouldn\u2019t know the word if it smacked him in the face. Especially when he wants something.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFuck me.\u201d Stiles put his hands over his face.<\/span><\/p>\nIsaac threw his head back and laughed loud enough to attract attention across the bullpen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI have work to do. If you leave me alone until lunch, I promise I\u2019ll think about it okay?\u201d Stiles said, ignoring Peter\u2019s smirk when the other man turned and walked toward the stairs that led to his office. He kept his gaze on Isaac.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSure, sure. I\u2019m not letting this go,\u201d Isaac insisted, rounded the desk to sit in his chair again. \u201cYou need to get out more.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIt wouldn\u2019t be a bad thing for you to get out, you know?\u201d Boyd leaned around a stack of files and looked at Stiles.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cLunch,\u201d Stiles said, his jaw beginning to ache from the way he was clenching his teeth. \u201cAnd no one brings up Derek Hale.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSure, sure,\u201d Isaac agreed, turning to his computer and hitting a few keys.<\/span><\/p>\nStiles frowned at Boyd, who\u2019d turned back to his work, and when the man didn\u2019t acknowledge him, Stiles returned to the files on his desk.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cCome on it\u2019s time for lunch,\u201d Isaac said a few hours later, pushing back from his computer with a sigh. \u201cI\u2019m feeling like getting out of here for an hour.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou always feel like that,\u201d Stiles said, lips curving before he could catch himself. As much as he might be annoyed at Isaac\u2019s pushing him earlier, he did find him to be a good agent and partner. Someone that he\u2019d come to tentatively label as a friend at this point. \u201cFine, even if I don\u2019t remember promising to come to lunch with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHow else will I know that you\u2019re thinking about tonight? Besides you need to eat something or so I\u2019ve been informed,\u201d Isaac said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of their tech\u2019s office. \u201cErica sent me a notice five minutes ago telling me that if I didn\u2019t bring her back some egg rolls that she was going to revolt.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nStiles stood, shrugging into his jacket and hooking his badge and gun. He decided not to ask why Erica was texting Isaac instead of Boyd. Even after nearly a year with the unit – and his experience as a profiler – he still couldn\u2019t pin down the relationships between the three of them. He\u2019d decided to stay out of it his second day in the unit, and he was sticking to it – despite his curiosity.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cCan\u2019t have that,\u201d Boyd said, standing and picking up his suit jack from the back of his chair. He slid it on before grabbing his gun from the drawer, sliding it into its holster, and securing his badge. \u201cShe\u2019s a pain in the ass when she\u2019s hungry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI heard that,\u201d Erica said, her blond curls bouncing around her shoulders as she stalked into the room, her heels almost clicking on the carpeted floor. Her lips – a petal pink today – curled wickedly as she leaned forward to pluck at something on the arm of his suit. \u201cWell, Hello, Special Agent Boyd. I know your morning was…what did Allison call it after her exchange last year with Interpol? – oh yes, a banger – but how is the rest of your day going?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nBoyd sighed softly, but Stiles swore he saw the faintest mixture of fond exasperation in the man\u2019s expression.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAre you coming out with us after all, Erica?\u201d Isaac stepped forward, drawing her attention.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo, I\u2019m running something for Chris and Allison right now and can\u2019t step too far away for very long,\u201d She frowned, shaking her head. \u201cEnjoy your lunch though. I don\u2019t want to speak out of turn, but you might not get a chance to have much of a break for a bit if this falls out like they seem to be expecting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFuck.\u201d Isaac jerked his tie into place from where he\u2019d loosened it earlier. \u201cI was hoping we\u2019d have the weekend we were promised.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cOh honey,\u201d Erica smiled softly, laying a hand on his arm, the dark red of her blouse a bold contrast against his black jacket. \u201cYou\u2019re all on standby now after Mulligan\u2019s team ended up with that cult case in Colorado and Johanson had the sadist in Northwest. I\u2019m surprised Chris hasn\u2019t been down to tell you – or at least that he hasn\u2019t sent Peter to inform you. SSA Argent <\/span>has<\/span><\/i> been on the phone pretty much all morning or requesting more information from me about one case or another.\u201d She flicked her gaze up to the office at the top of the stairs.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo our weekend is probably cancelled because people are what they are,\u201d Stiles said, buttoning his jacket. \u201cI\u2019d hoped to get some reading done or spend some time tuning up the jeep.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019ve got to let that thing go. It belongs in a vehicle graveyard, just give it a headstone and visit it. I can\u2019t believe you got it out here from California,\u201d Isaac said, shaking his head. \u201cAnd this isn\u2019t getting you out of tonight. If we don\u2019t get called in, we\u2019re still going out. We\u2019ll just have to have fun with standby rules.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo sober. Wouldn\u2019t it be better to put it off until another weekend?\u201d Stiles grinned at him as they all began to walk toward the elevators. He ignored the slander against his jeep. He\u2019d been hearing it since Isaac discovered him working on it a few months before.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo, we\u2019d constantly be putting things off if we tried to plan around this job,\u201d Erica said, bumping her shoulder against Stiles\u2019. \u201cJust come out with us and have a couple virgin cocktails, enjoy some pretty eye candy and relax for a few hours. Dance away the stress.\u201d She gave a little shimmy as she split off towards her office. \u201cIt\u2019ll be worth it, Bambi, I promise.\u201d She pointed a finger at Stiles, walking backward in her sky-high heels before spinning and clicking down the hall, hips swaying in her slim gray skirt.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThe queen has spoken,\u201d Isaac said, stepping into the elevator with a grin. \u201cHow can you say no to that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIs it safe to?\u201d Stiles replied deadpan.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNope,\u201d Boyd said, hitting the button and stepping back, crossing his arms.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo you spent the morning with Erica?\u201d Isaac made a humming sound in the back of his throat.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cReally Isaac?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019m just making conversation.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re stirring up shit,\u201d Boyd said, narrowing his eyes at the other man.<\/span><\/p>\nStiles tried to take a subtle step forward, so he wasn\u2019t directly between the two of them any longer.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWell that\u2019s what it sounded like to me,\u201d Isaac replied. \u201cIt sounded a lot like you spent the night and then the morning with the lovely Miss Reyes. So what I\u2019m wondering-\u201d He coughed and straightened his shoulders. \u201cWhy did she text me about our lunch plans and not you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cOh for fuck\u2019s sake,\u201d Boyd huffed, brushing past Stiles when the elevator door opened on their exit.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re not going to get far, my friend. I\u2019m driving,\u201d Isaac called, following him, his long legs eating up the ground.<\/span><\/p>\nStiles followed behind at a slower pace, wondering if he was still hungry or if he could grab something from vending and slip back up to the office.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat are they fighting about now?\u201d A voice murmured from his left.<\/span><\/p>\nStiles whirled, sweeping over the casually dressed Derek Hale with an assessing look before he met the man\u2019s gaze with a raised brow as he huffed.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI think you get more enjoyment out of trying to get me to jump than anyone I\u2019ve ever known,\u201d Stiles said, frowning. He nodded at the other man\u2019s attire. \u201cTraining or a case?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cTraining.\u201d Derek smiled slightly, showing off a glimpse of white teeth and shifting the duffel on his shoulder as they stood at the lobby doors leading to the parking area. \u201cI heard you\u2019re going out with the team tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo did I,\u201d Stiles replied dryly. \u201cI don\u2019t think I\u2019m being given much of a choice. We\u2019re on standby, so I don\u2019t think it will be as wild as they expected it to be, but-\u201d He shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019ll be there then?\u201d Derek frowned, stepping closer to Stiles, his gaze intent. \u201cI was hoping to see you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI wasn\u2019t planning to be originally, but I\u2019ve been persuaded,\u201d Stiles replied, sliding his hands into his pockets and watching Derek. He\u2019d made it a habit not to profile those around him. Stiles had learned the hard way that profiling wasn\u2019t a magic wand when it came to personal relationships or a crutch to lean on.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYeah?\u201d Derek grinned, a dimple winking beneath the shadow of his beard. \u201cThat\u2019s good – that\u2019s – that\u2019s really good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSmooth,\u201d Jackson Whittmore called from the doors, a matching duffle over his shoulder. \u201cCome on Hale. You can flirt with Bambi later, we\u2019ve got to take care of the baby agents now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re headed out with Agent Jackass?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nJackson held the door open with one hand and flipped him off with the other. Stiles could really come to hate the HRT team as much as Isaac did if he had to spend too much time around Special Agent Jackson Whittemore. Luckily that didn\u2019t seem likely to happen.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHe\u2019s the best at negotiations,\u201d Derek replied; he grinned and shrugged when Stiles shot him an incredulous look. \u201cHe really is. His scorecard is better than anyone else currently at the academy. They pull us for training any time there\u2019s a class large enough, and we\u2019re not slated for rotation.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cLucky you,\u201d Stiles replied, grimacing as he followed them into the parking garage. He saw Boyd and Isaac standing next to Isaac\u2019s car, talking; neither looked angry, but it was always hard to tell with Boyd. \u201cWell, it looks like they didn\u2019t leave without me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019ll see you tonight with the others,\u201d Derek said, laying his hand on Stiles\u2019 shoulder and squeezing gently.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cUh, yeah,\u201d Stiles said, nodding. He felt himself grow warm. He was going to have to deal with this attraction, it seemed. He couldn\u2019t keep ignoring it, or it would blow up in his face. \u201cI\u2019ll see you then, as long as we don\u2019t get called out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nDerek turned and crossed to where Jackson was waiting impatiently a few cars down, and Stiles couldn\u2019t help but watch him go. The man was decked out in tactical gear, and the pants fit the man better than they had any right to. The thigh holster, though – that thing was a crime against humanity.<\/span><\/p>\nStiles shook himself and turned away. He walked over to the other agents and noticed they were watching him. He forced himself not to flush.<\/span><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/sibylmoon.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/chapter-break-moxie-2.jpg?resize=760%2C100&ssl=1\")
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Chapter Two<\/span><\/h1>\nDerek leaned back against the side of his car, fighting back a sigh. The noise from the club still echoed in his head. He reached up and rubbed the edge of his ear. Derek would swear under oath that they were numb. He was having a hard time remembering why he was even here.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDerek, calling it a night already?\u201d Stiles called, weaving out from between a couple of enthusiastic club goers who were trying to get into the queue line. \u201cOr did you get a call out?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nDerek fought with himself as he had since he\u2019d first laid eyes on Special Agent Stiles Stilinski. It had been the first time he\u2019d been hit with anything close to love at first sight, and it had left him not knowing which way was up more often than not.<\/span><\/p>\nThat the man was striding towards him in slacks that stretched taut across an ass that dreams were made of and a black button-up that highlighted his broad shoulders and fantastic forearms did nothing to help with the lustful fantasy Derek had about throwing the man into the back seat of his SUV.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIt was an early morning and I\u2019m more tired than I thought,\u201d Derek said, crossing his arms, wondering briefly why Stiles had followed him out of the club. \u201cNothing serious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWell, if that\u2019s all.\u201d Stiles nodded, relief washing over his features. Nobody wanted a call out to end their night. \u201cYou did give me a good excuse to duck out early myself.\u201d He looked over his shoulder, reaching up to rub his ear, reminiscent of Derek’s move moments before. \u201cAs much as I\u2019m for team bonding, I\u2019d prefer to do it someplace else, and I could also do without the matchmaking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cSo you did notice?\u201d Derek had wondered.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019m a profiler, and while that isn\u2019t a magic wand, I\u2019d be a pretty poor one if I couldn\u2019t pick up on what they were doing in there,\u201d Stiles replied with a chuckle. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, disarraying it even more than it had been in the overheated club.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThen you realize that they weren\u2019t just trying to set you up with-\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou mean do I realize that they were throwing you at me – or me at you?\u201d Stiles arched a look in Derek\u2019s direction. \u201cYes, I\u2019m very aware of that. As I said, they aren\u2019t subtle and you went running not long after they started. I would be offended, but I\u2019m pretty sure you don\u2019t hate me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\nDerek swept his gaze over Stiles. Yes, he\u2019d left the club shortly after the BAU team had started their machinations on him. If and when he got together with Stiles, it would be by his own hand and not because someone else pressed their heads together and said \u2018kiss.\u2019 He hadn\u2019t meant to hurt Stiles even a little.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t hate you,\u201d Derek said. He reached out, snagging Stiles’ arm and pulling the unresisting man closer. \u201cBut I\u2019m pretty sure you know that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019ve quite possibly inferred it,\u201d Stiles said, his gaze flicking down to Derek\u2019s mouth before meeting his eyes again. \u201cI have a few theories, but you haven\u2019t done anything so here we are.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cHere we are,\u201d Derek replied, and unable to hold back any longer, he leaned in, kissing Stiles hard, all teeth, tongues, and lips. His hands slid off Stiles\u2019 arms to his hips to draw him in even closer.<\/span><\/p>\nStiles pulled back after a moment resting his head against Derek\u2019s, his hands flat against his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI have a feeling you\u2019re looking for something more than just tonight,\u201d Stiles said, lifting his head and meeting Derek\u2019s gaze, his tongue flicking out briefly to wet his bottom lip.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me that you don\u2019t see the potential of what\u2019s between us because I\u2019m going to call bullshit on that,\u201d Derek replied before leaning in and kissing Stiles again, softer this time. Derek made his case silently but persuasively with lips and tongue. Derek\u2019s hands slid up Stiles\u2019 back to hold him close.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI should probably warn you that I get caught up in work too much and forget things- like how to feed myself – let alone how to maintain a relationship.\u201d Stiles grinned when Derek nipped at his jaw before pulling back.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou aren\u2019t the only one who gets that way when it comes to the job. While HRT isn\u2019t exactly like the BAU, it does have a way of running my life if I let it.\u201d Derek reversed their positions and pressed Stiles against the SUV. \u201cWe can make this work. All I\u2019m asking for is a chance to try – take a chance, Stiles.\u201d Derek grinned at him, crowding Stiles into the car as he used the hand not holding Stiles\u2019 hip to dig the keys out of his pocket.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cTake chance?\u201d Stiles rolled his eyes, but he reached out to snag the front of Derek\u2019s shirt and pull him in, kissing him firmly. \u201cI can do that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cLet\u2019s get out of here then,\u201d Derek said, finally getting the keys out of the pocket of his jeans. \u201cMy place?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDefinitely,\u201d Stiles said, smirking as he climbed into the passenger seat, his phone in hand. \u201cI\u2019m going to let the others know I got a ride home or I\u2019ll never hear the end of it and I have no intention of being interrupted later.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cGood,\u201d Derek said as the door shut. He walked around the vehicle and climbed in, pressing the button to start. Derek looked over at Stiles, meeting his gaze. Derek felt his stomach clench like it had when he\u2019d first seen the man. Only now, Derek could do something about it.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cCome here,\u201d Derek said, reaching for Stiles and kissing him again. Derek cupped the back of Stiles\u2019 head as he dove in to taste the man again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nStiles moaned and pushed in closer, even though the angle of the seat made it difficult. Derek felt his blood heat and spark along his spine, he almost suggested that they crawl into the backseat of the SUV, but he hadn\u2019t lost all sense just yet.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDerek, take me home.\u201d Stiles pulled back, and even in the dimly lit car, it was easy to see how swollen his lips were and the flush on his cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFuck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cAnd Derek? Hurry.\u201d Stiles said, setting his hand on Derek’s thigh like a hot brand.<\/span><\/p>\nDerek put the car in drive, eager to get home as quickly as possible. He wanted his hands and mouth on Stiles – on all of Stiles, and the feeling seemed more than mutual.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Chapter Three<\/span><\/h1>\nWhen his back hit the wall, Stiles pulled away from Derek\u2019s mouth with a gasp. He was already drunk on the taste of the man, and they hadn\u2019t even made it into his house yet.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cFuck.\u201d Derek hitched Stiles up further on the wall, pressing forward with his body to hold him against the house. He gripped Stiles\u2019 thigh with one hand; the other was fumbling for what Stiles assumed to be the keys.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cLet me down,\u201d Stiles laughed, shaking some sense into his head and pushing back against Derek. He slipped down the wall when Derek stepped back and then reached forward to snag keys that had been digging into his hip. \u201cYour situational awareness could use a bit of work.\u201d Stiles laughed again at the look on Derek\u2019s face.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cI can\u2019t even blame it on booze tonight,\u201d Derek said, taking the keys back from Stiles and grabbing him by the front of his shirt to pull him in for another mind-altering kiss. \u201cConsidering we\u2019ve been here for at least ten minutes before you thought to say anything, I\u2019m not going to be mad about it, though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cIf you think I\u2019m operating under any better mental capacity than you are, you are mistaken,\u201d Stiles said against his lips before nipping at them. \u201c And a bed would be better than your front door. A lot better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cWhy is it so fucking hot when you put together sentences like that?\u201d Derek muttered, pulling back after one last kiss. He finally unlocked the door, pulling Stiles into the dimly lit house behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cDo you really want me to analyze you right now?\u201d As Derek shut the door, Stiles was already ridding himself of his shoes and jacket. \u201cI mean, I could tell you all about it if you\u2019d rather spend the evening that way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cYou have such a smart mouth,\u201d Derek said, crowding him against the door and biting at it before nipping along Stiles\u2019 jaw. Derek\u2019s hands pulled Stiles\u2019 shirt the rest of the way out of the slacks he\u2019d worn to the club earlier. \u201cFuck, but it\u2019s one of the things I really like about you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cThat\u2019s fortunate,\u201d Stiles breathed, his head falling back as Derek began to suck at a spot on his neck. \u201cSince I\u2019ve always been this way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cC\u2019mon,\u201d Derek said, pausing long enough to pull him out of the entranceway.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nThey passed through an open living space, softly lit by lamps on either side of a couch facing a large wall-mounted television. Stiles glanced around curiously, taking in the comfortable, lived-in feel of the place.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNice place,\u201d He said, meaning it. Stiles noted the full bookshelves off to the side of the seating area between them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n
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