Jealousy is a Fickle Beast
"The guy walked by the bar and paused. Literally stopped. in. his. tracks. He gave Stiles the up-down with his eyes, practically undressing him where he stood next to Derek. He flicked a small smile toward Stiles, a sharp, sour scent oozing from his pores and sticking to the back of Derek’s throat with want. The werewolf fought down a gag. Stiles nodded at the guy politely, and Derek let a deep, instinctive growl slip from his throat.
He was not okay with that. Any of it. At all. And the frequency with which it happened when they went out was… yeah, too much. Was Stiles like, everyone’s type, or something? Just his luck."
a.k.a. the one time that Derek gets jealous of the guy hitting on Stiles, and immediately regrets it.
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