He really does have such a nice smile and I can't help but like it even more when it's directed right at me and when it feels like it's there because of something I've had a hand in. And I know he could just be saying all this to make me feel better after the mistletoe incident -- which I'm likely to start referring to in capital letters eventually -- but he seems so sincere. And I want to believe he really means it, I want to believe he really has had a nice day despite everything.

Derek squeezes my hand one last time and lets go and I ignore the pang in my chest to reach for my mug of cocoa again, watching him. "You're adorable in wolf form," I tell him, grinning over the rim of my mug. "I wouldn't necessarily say more fun though. I'd like to think we have fun even when you're in your boring ol' human body," I tell him with a wink.