A dictionary replacing a sofa leg was a gross violation of decency, Derek thought.
It was so wrong. Books were precious!
“Sorry for the mess,” Stiles apologized. “Some of our pledges keep shirking their duties. My guess is they like getting paddled.”
Derek couldn’t tell if Stiles was joking or not.
He blushed anyway.
Revealing all the things to drink in the fridge, “What’s your pleasure?” Stiles asked him.
Derek got to college ready for sexual experiences.
Frat boys, he’d been repeatedly told, were good for that.
Stiles seemed nice, so far.
At least his room wasn’t messy.