Derek gazed up at Stiles in something like wonder, and squeezed his hip, thumb sliding underneath his t-shirt to rub at the exposed band of skin. "You're kind of hot," he grumbled. "All...body heat."
There was a reason that Derek didn't socialize, and that reason was that he was, generally speaking, very bad at it. Stiles was soon going to realize just how bad Derek was at interaction that didn't involve safewords and restraints.