Stiles looked over his shoulders at Derek's words and saw exactly where the werewolf was looking. It caused the teen to blush, something he hadn't done in a long while, which he tried to cover up with a scowl as he pulled his pants up.

"Not happening, Puppy," Stiles said as he grabbed the sandwich and the bottle of water from the cage before moving to the side of the bed that was farthest from it. No way he was going to sleep next to it. "And do you really need to secure me? You're a werewolf and you'll be in the same bed."