Peter sighs softly, opening his eyes to watch Stiles for a moment. He's thankful, he realizes. For many things. Especially for that heartbeat he can feel against his chest. Maybe one day he will be able to tell that to Stiles too.

He leans in to brush his lips against Stiles' forehead.

"Your smell is really intoxicating now, Stiles." he speaks, barely a growl. "I could go on all night... But maybe a shower before we continue?"