"So, this book you're working on... are you going to write how I wooed you with my looks and dazzling smile?"
"Don't flatter yourself, jackass."
Derek doesn't even laugh at Stiles' dismissal. Instead, he stares at the boy for a long time, not even caring if he's pulling a Creepy Cullen on him. Whatever; that's what he gets for being an adorable jerk.
Stiles shifts, uncomfortable. "What," he barks out.
"I love you", says Derek, because, God help him, he does. And Stiles can say anything, really; he could call him a lame, sorry-ass sap and it'd be okay, because he knows he's stubborn and won't admit a damn thing.
Stiles, however, meets their eyes. "Me too, okay? Me too."