[ Lydia’s standing on the doorstep of Derek and Nick’s home, hands folded in front of her and held tightly around her clutch bag. Impatient, she drums her fingers against the material, pressing her lips together in an unmistakable expression of ‘I told you so.’
Her head tilts a little to the side, eyebrows arched, but she seems to drop it after sneaking in that comment. The doorbell has already been rung and that ship has sailed.
After all, Derek’s unemployed. When could they break in? ]
➢ derek hale @ residence #023
[ Lydia’s standing on the doorstep of Derek and Nick’s home, hands folded in front of her and held tightly around her clutch bag. Impatient, she drums her fingers against the material, pressing her lips together in an unmistakable expression of ‘I told you so.’
Her head tilts a little to the side, eyebrows arched, but she seems to drop it after sneaking in that comment. The doorbell has already been rung and that ship has sailed.
After all, Derek’s unemployed. When could they break in? ]