It’s explained well right over here; the entire situation just doesn’t make sense to me. The response itself could be interpreted negatively but, that’s honestly such a stretch of a route to take. It’s not something that deserved the attention it got and the fact that it could affect Seungkwan and Seventeen negatively is annoying. I don’t want to invalidate anyone’s feelings but it’s something that could be reasoned out of easily.
From Cuatro Casas I headed to Punta Baja, about 2 hours south. Long remote dirt road into an abandoned fishing town. Surf was flat so I made the decision to charge south to Guerro Negro. I also reluctantly passed by “ The Wall ” , a well known surf break, simply due to lack of swell. After a long day driving I splurged for a $25 hotel where I met a fellow American named Chris and we enjoyed an incredible seafood dinner. Chris is a legend . Stories for days. He has a house in Cabo and I plan to rendezvous with him when I arrive.
So as a distraction from being awake while the sun is still low in the sky, Peter likes to hit on the hot guy in the Starbucks drive thru who gives him his coffee every morning. Stiles is just his type, lanky, sarcastic, dark eyed, and mouthy in the best way. He fills those thirty second encounters with as much snark as possible.
One morning loopy on a lack of caffeine after a long night and the full moon, pressed to the back of the dollar Peter hands over is his phone number.
It’s Friday and it takes Stiles until Sunday night to call. They arrange to meet the next night, dinner at a place that’s quiet and close.
They go back to Peter’s three dates later.
On their twelfth date, Peter thinks he might be getting used to seeing Stiles last thing at night, hair messy and mouth slack with pleasure, in addition to first thing in the morning, handing him his coffee with a chipper smile.
But familiarity has never worked well for Peter, and at 3.30 that morning, Peter wakes up with Stiles straddled over his hips and a blade pressed to his throat.
“Your nephew said it would be easy. If I had known just how easy, I’d almost feel guilty taking his money.”
Peter feels an odd twist of pride, because while Derek has always been impulsive, emotion before logic, hiring what amounted to a prostitute to murder Peter makes him want to congratulate the boy.
Gritting his teeth, Peter’s fighting every urge to buck his hips up, rock into Stiles and level the playing field.
“So how much am I worth? I’ll double what he’s paying you.” Stiles looks at him for a minute, and Peter takes in the long throat collared with Peter’s marks, the bite impression in Stiles’ shoulder, the hollow on the mattress nest to him, warm and smelling like espresso and Stiles’ bodywash. “Jesus, I’ll triple it.”
Stiles leans down until his lips are a breath away, until they’re pressed skin to skin. “It doesn’t matter, I wired the money back a week ago.”
Peter knocks the knife free, hears it clatter to the wood floor. He surges up, taking Stiles’ mouth with his own, his wolf surging up to claim him.
“You don’t know what you’ve done. You’ll wish you’d killed me, a hundred times over.”
Stiles shakes his head as far as he can, with his hair caught in the tight grasp of Peter’s fingers. “Just think what we can do to him, together.”
I couldn’t save what was taken away,
and I’m still singing, and you still can’t stay.
You “loved life,” and those words have lasted,
I just wish I would have had ears for more than what you said because I still feel the lack long after.
Sorry for being very inactive.
I have bee in military service and now when it’s over. I have been caught in somekind of depression lack of motivation i think. After long time being at home doing nothing does not make any good for me.
Also i have fever and flu what makes me very tired and unable to do anything.. i just want to sleep…
March 21st, 2015 I couldn’t save what was taken away, and I’m still singing, and you still can’t stay. You “loved life,” and those words have lasted, I just wish I would have had ears for more than what you said because I still feel the lack long after.