IT WAS NOT A FETISH. HE DID NOT ENJOY HANDCUFFING WEREWOLVES TO THINGS.

Last night was a fluke. Really.

Stiles' eyes shot open when he realized he wasn't with Scott. Then he let out a little hysterical laugh as he tried to convince himself that the last two days had been an elaborate dream. The chest he was lying on was...Cade's. That's right, he was sleepwalking and got into Cade's bed by accident.

Stiles turned his head slightly to look at what would surely be Cade's fa--ohgodnoitwasDerek. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"