"And if you hadn't had a shard of glass sticking from one side of your body to another yesterday, I would be more than happy to lose control," Derek murmured, drawing a finger along Stiles' jaw. "Until that's healed, I'm not going to do anything that would hurt you further."

Sighing, he pulls back his hand and smiles softly. "Give it at least a few days and we'll see, alright?"