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Stiles finally places Erica on her bed after struggling to carry her all the way from the bar. He looks at her and thinks she's really beautiful under the moonlight over the window reflecting on her eyes. Stiles wants to kiss Erica so bad. But he doesn't, he knows it isn't right then he kisses her forehead instead and leaves.
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The next morning, Erica awakes early with a terrible headache and someone knocking on her door. She has no idea how she managed to get home after so many drinks. She opens the door and sees a familiar smile. Erica feels better now.
"Hey, I brought breakfast. Hope it helps with the hungover."
"Stiles, I'm sorry for last night. I didn't mean to be such a pain in the ass."
"No problem." He pauses for a moment. "Well, you actually were a pain in the ass. But it's okay, Erica. I really like taking care of you so it wasn't that bad after all."
She smiles and kisses him on the cheek. Erica's just start to know him, they're barely friends, but she feels a spark growing between the two of them and she hopes Stiles can feel it too.