“Marry me.”

It can’t be later than seven in the morning because Stiles was still dead asleep when the knocking started. Really, the only logical explanation for being dragged out of bed for an out-of-the-blue marriage proposal from Derek Hale is that he’s still dreaming. He blinks sleepily at Derek, makes a weird rumble in the back of his throat that’s supposed to convey, okay, this is really weird, and then closes the door, all set to return to bed where it’s nice and warm and normal.

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