"You're not going to explode," Derek says with a laugh, rolling his eyes in fond exasperation as he reaches up to pat her cheek. Derek himself is on his third plate, and showing no real signs of slowing. "You need one of these werewolf metabolisms."
Derek turns his head to grin up at her, so glad that she's here. "I'm going to eat at least two whole pies later."
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Derek turns his head to grin up at her, so glad that she's here. "I'm going to eat at least two whole pies later."