“That’s not a dog,” Stiles proclaims as he walks into the exam room ten minutes late with Starbucks.
“That better be my latte, Stiles, so help you God,” Erica snarls, purple scrub top askew and hair a wild, frizzy blonde mass. She struggles to hold down the back end of the biggest black canine Stiles has ever seen. He’d almost swear it’s a wolf.
“Some crazy girl named Laura dropped him off fifteen minutes ago.” Scott, in his stained white lab coat, shakes up the charcoal suspension. “She told the receptionist he was ‘depressed about being single on Valentine’s Day’ and ate a hundred and thirty-seven chocolate covered strawberries.”
“Yikes. That’s not going to look pretty coming out.”
“Just get over here and hold his mouth open,” Erica demands. Stiles puts down the coffee and pushes up the sleeves of his scrubs, marching over, positive he’ll be leaving work today with stitches. It wouldn’t be the first time, and won’t be the last.
“Hey there, buddy,” Stiles sweet talks the massive animal. It stares him down with too-intelligent green eyes, and Stiles swears it cocks a fuzzy eyebrow. “Dr. McCall is going to take good care of you. And don’t feel bad; I’m single too.”
One second he’s holding a soft, furry muzzle and the next it’s the scruffy face of the hottest guy Stiles has ever laid eyes on. Scott shrieks, spilling the dark liquid down the front of his lab coat. Erica curses and falls forward onto the cold metal exam table.
The dude is butt-naked, looking at him with the same gorgeous eyes that ten seconds ago were inside the face of a wolf. He smiles, teeth sharp and dangerous, and Stiles feels a thrill of desire dance down his spine. Maybe he won’t be single this Valentine’s Day after all.
“Told ya,” Stiles says, drinking in the sight in front of him. “Definitely not a dog.”
Sterek Valentine Week 2019 ♥ Chocolate Covered
