14.
Emily Monroe.
I looked around the beautiful scenery I was in. Eveyetging looekd impeccable and so did I and stiles too. I was wearing a channel white dress with a hat on to block the sun from my eyes.
Stiles had invited me over for a brunch party being organized by one of his friends and so far the party was good.
“What do you care for?” Stiles asked me.
I didn’t want to talk alcohol as it was too early so I settled for something mild. “Iced tea would do,” I said.
He left my side and came back two minutes later with a glass of iced tea for himself and I.
“You’re not drinking?” I asked with raised brows.
Stiles chuckled deeply, a beautiful sound I wanted to keep hearing.
“I’m driving. Unless you don’t mind ending up in a ditch somewhere,” he joked out.
I rolled my eyes at him,
