"Why're you in my bed?"
( brett ; )
she was prepared to completely ignore the voice that was trying to wake her but, it was insistent & it quickly became clear she was going to have to at least answer the voice if she planned on going back to sleep anytime soon. Â it was when she opened her eyes that she realized it wasnât her bedroom she was in, wasnât her bed she was in and whatâs worse ?Â
she knew exactly whose bedroom she was in, knew exactly whose bed she was in
brettâs.Â
her sleep-hazy, wide eyes confirmed her fears when they found brettâs staring at her, a million questions in his eyes. she gaped for a few moments, heart thudding in her chest so loud she swore brett could hear it banging away as she tried to figure out what the hell she was doing in brett, of all peopleâs, bed.Â
she ran a hand through her hair, looking around the still so familiar room, breathed in the still so famliar scent on the blankets, in the air for god sakes and kind of hated herself for the way it calmed her down. brett wasnât pack, wasnât even her friend, his scent shouldnât calm her like it did..so why did it. she was going to have to ask deaton because there was no way in hell she was asking scott or stiles.Â
luluâs green eyes finally found their way back to brettâs and she shrugged,Â
â i donât..i donât know. i went to bed in my bed and thatâs the last thing i remember. iâm-iâm sorry, i need to-i should go. â









