Derek dressed quickly in the steamy bathroom, his cock still semi-hard from the playful “cleaning” session, but his mind focused on sneaking out. He cracked the door open, peeking into the bedroom—only to freeze. Jackson was right there, lounging on the bed in his robe, scrolling through his phone. “Shit,” Derek whispered, pulling back. “Stiles… he’s in the bedroom. Right outside.”

Stiles gasped softly, water still dripping from her naked body as she toweled off. “What? Oh god… what if he comes in here? Derek, you have to get out… I’ll distract him. Just wait for my signal.”