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Derek inclined his neck to the soft lips on his neck. He craned his head to see who it was, and smirked at who he saw. “Summer,” Derek said, “how long have you been there for?”
“Oh,” she said quietly. Scrambling fully over the back of the sofa, she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed his hair. “I know it’s not much, but I’m here.”
“Thanks Summer,” Derek smiled and laid his head on her lap, “You know, you should probably come around more often.”
“I don’t want to be a bother. I figure if you want me you’ll let me know.” She ran her fingers through his hair, coaxing out tangles.
Derek wanted someone that was able to be there for him in every situation. Someone that could always help him out, and that person is Summer. ”I want you,” Derek whispered, “I want you now.” He reached up, grabbed Summer’s neck and pulled her down into a soft kiss..
Summer melted under his mouth, sliding sideways into his lap. “I’m right here,” she said softly, smiling.