"You're right. I'm in awe of your stunning prowess," Derek says flatly, expression going more unimpressed with each god awful nickname. "Good luck ever getting laid if you ever use any of those."
Talking about their hypothetical future is scary for Derek, but he feels something like hope blossoming just under his sternum, making him warm and breathless.
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Talking about their hypothetical future is scary for Derek, but he feels something like hope blossoming just under his sternum, making him warm and breathless.