ABL 20: First Wolf

“What? Are you jealous?” I asked as I turned to look at him. Woah, his eyes were darker, and he was wearing that scowl so well. He looked like a baby about to throw a tantrum. “You are?” I squeaked. How amazing would it be if he were jealous?

His face slowly welcomed a smile, and he said the words I was expecting more or less, but it did suck to hear him say that. “Of course not; I have a girlfriend,” he said, but his arm held my waist tightly while my feet dangled below me.

For someone with a girlfriend, he sure was excited behind me.

“How lucky you are,” I smiled, pushing his arm off. “Impudent bastard,” I grumbled as I walked into the kitchen to make tea. “You sure you don’t want tea, Mr Sage?” I asked through the wall opening.

“I think I’ll have some now, please,” he said, and I nodded. The poor guy looked uncomfortable. It was Miall's fault.

“I’ll have some, too,” Malakhi said, sitting beside Michael, his eyes roaming Michael as if he were threatening him.

Why was he such a bully?