There may not be anything exactly wrong with how I look, I suppose, but I'm certainly no Derek Hale. Heck, I'm not even half as attractive as half the non-native Darrow population, I've noticed. I'm an athlete, I know I have muscle definition, but I could work out every minute of the day and I still wouldn't look anything like Derek or anyone on my team back home.

Maybe, at some point, I'll figure out how to be okay with that.

I keep Derek's jacket over my shoulders as I bend to slip on my shoes on socks, glad for the distraction away from watching Derek get dressed. The very last thing I want to do is ruin the morning by embarrassing myself any further.

"So how does the animal take over?" I ask him, reluctantly shrugging Derek's jacket off and handing it back to him so I can slip into my own. I give him a teasing smile, just shy of flirting. "Do you just find yourself more inclined to chase your own tail?"