"Maroon shirt," You noted as Derek came into the room, his eyes meeting yours in an instant.
"You said you liked maroon," He replied and shook his head when Scott and Stiles turned to look at him, a blush almost immediately slipping onto his cheeks as you smiled at him.
"I love maroon," You told him, and lightly slapped Stiles shoulder when he started snickering, standing up to go to your boyfriend. "You look very handsome, Derek."
"Stop," He demanded, clearly not serious as you continued to pepper light kisses all over his face, his hands grabbing your waist. "You're ruining my reputation, Y/n," You smiled as he raised a brow at you, shaking his head as you touched his chest.
"Big bad Derek Hale, a blushing mess after one compliment," You laughed as the boys provided a choir of whistles from behind you, Derek's cheeks tinting with rose once again as you kissed him quickly. "You're even more handsome when you're blushing, my big softie."