Y/n POV-

As I'm cooking them I pour myself a glass of diet coke but me being the clumsy cunt I am I spill it all down my white tank top. I sigh and bound upstairs. I put my top in the wash and I go into Derek's 'organised mess' of a room to find another top. He's still in the shower in his blue and turquoise ensuite luckily. I open my draw and there isn't any tops. They must be in the shucking wash or left at someone else's house. I see Derek's discarded t-shirt on the bed; I grab it and carefully put it on. It smells of him. (Light woodsmoke, the outdoors and some deodorant). I know Derek won't mind. I grab a pair of my white mini-shorts and put them on with my silver boot slippers. I untie my hair which was in a long, blonde ponytail and I grab my Samsung off Derek's bed and I prepare to take a picture of my reflection in Derek's full length mirror when suddenly slightly damp hands snake around my waist and pulls me in between their legs sat on the corner of the double bed. Derek. He's got no top on and he is honestly spectacular. I love his looks and body and personality. Everything about him. Anyway, he rests his chin on my shoulder and pulls a cheeky smirk and my face forms a natural bright smile and I take the picture. You can't see much of his bare chest as I'm leaning against it but it's completely obvious he's topless. There's no flash and I save it instantly and put it on my Snapchat, Insta and Facebook story with the caption:

Derek's🔥💖😍👅.

I ask him before I post and he nods and stays cuddling me. I feel so safe in his muscler arms; I can feel his quickened heartbeat and I get my heart to match it. It's so peaceful. Plus, we'reboth werewolves.

"Klunk, I gotta check those chicken nuggets!" I hurriedly walk out the room.

"Damn." I hear Derek say sexily and groggily.

"I heard that dork!" I yell behind me as I stumble down the stairs.

Good news! The chicken nuggets are okay.

"Mind if I stay topless? Seeing as you nicked my only clean top."

I laugh at him.

"No of course not. But you love it I'm wearing your t-shirt. You were so turned on." I laugh with a bright smirk showing.

He blushes and mumbles a: "No." As I sit down crossed leg on the chair opposite him after serving me and his chicken nuggets.

"I know when you're lying Derek... You're girl bestie turned you on!" I laugh, playfully teasing him and he laughs too.

"Okay, okay. I admit it." He says quietly and chuckles deeply.

"Pardon?"

"I admit it."

"Admit what? What have you done Derek? You naughty lad!"

"I admit it thoroughly turns me on with you wearing my t-shirt and it is continuing to do so all while you wear it."

I giggle as he blushes slightly but he's still smirking cheekily.

"I get the picture." I chuckle.