"Maybe I don't want to let go," Derek mumbles, turning in so that he can press his face against Bianca's neck, breathing in her scent. She smells good, sort of woodsy and sweet, and Derek takes comfort in that and her heartbeat, nearby and safe.

"Use your phone," Derek mumbles against her skin, sounding half asleep and like he isn't moving anytime soon. "I want at least three pizzas and whatever you want."