To be honest, he was the only one she'd asked. Turning eighteen had made her a little more bold when it came to matters of who it was she wanted to sleep with, and number one on that last, placing above Chris Evans, was Stiles.

The assumption she had friends outside of her pack was wrong as well. The only girls were Lydia and Allison, and while Erica didn't hate them, they didn't exactly have sleepovers to talk about boys and makeup.

So Erica had decided that this year, she was giving herself a date with Stiles for her birthday. Without Stiles' knowledge. Whoops. The tail end of that comment ending the way it did didn't go by unnoticed, either, and Erica stilled, fingers curling around the stem of her champagne flute. "You don't have to stay if you don't want."