"Hold it" ordered Derek reaching out and grabbing the shoulder of Stiles' t-shirt, holding it effortlessly between his thumb and forefinger. Stiles struggled for a few moments, reaching for the door then gave in, sagging in Derek's grip. "What is with you today? You've been vibrating since you got here and you checked your phone 47 times in twenty minutes."
Stiles' ears went red and he muttered something under his breath. Derek frowned, forehead wrinkled in confusion. "What the hell is a vorabiza and why are you so eager to find out whether Harry finally gives in to Draco's advances?"