“Let me see your hand,” Derek said, taking Stiles’ wrist in his hand before lifting it up.
He took a pen out of his pocket and wrote something on his palm, the tip of the pen tickling, but somehow Stiles managed to keep still.
“That’s an address, a date, and a time,” Derek explained. “And even if you don’t go through with it, I want you to know that I really enjoyed tonight. I would also really like to give you that first kiss before you go.”
Stiles didn’t even have to think about it. “Oh, fuck yes.”
Derek practically surged forward, taking Stiles’ face in his hands before melding their lips together. Stiles just clung to Derek’s suit jacket, leaning back against the Jeep and enjoying feeling Derek against him. There was no way he was not going to show up to that meeting. He was going to go to that address and have sex with this amazing man and it was going to be the best thing ever.