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Heād just set it back down when the door opened, and a shadow appeared in front of him, taking the seat across from him. Jacksonās name was on his lips as he rose his gaze from his drink, but the word stuck in his throat, because it wasnāt Jackson.
āIām really sorry, can you be my boyfriend?ā Derek asked breathlessly, panic on his face and looking seconds away from losing his shit.
Stiles didnāt even have the chance to reply, because the second he saw crazy lady walk into the coffee shop, he just immediately leaned over the table and planted a kiss right on Derekās lips. The other man seemed startled, but he recovered quickly and brought one hand up to press against Stilesā cheek.
He made sure to keep the kiss short, and relatively chaste, because this was all for show and he didnāt want to make Derek more uncomfortable than he already was.
















