It was his own fault, wasn’t it? Stiles told you to be more open and more or less instructed you to get to know people more. 'Less glary' he'd said... 'less Wolfie'... and now he was regretting it bad.

What came of his loudmouth was nothing less than having a now ― very ― popular boyfriend, with people even getting handsy! He couldn't do much but roll his eyes when yet another girl complimented your tall frame and biceps. And usually a low growl would follow the comments of strangers ― but since his scolding about your barky behavior... there was nothing but quiet acceptance from your side!

Not at all what Stile shad hoped! Honestly, it was his own fault, and he felt like an asshole for getting jealous over something like this..., but when yet another persons nails were digging into his boyfriends forearm he felt like starting a war. And Stiles wasn't familiar with jealousy, but to hell with making you more sociable if it meant letting other people touch you!

"Okay... think that's enough," he found himself muttering, tugging you away from the girl that was very clearly batting her eyelashes at you.