The Wasp

*Ana*

“Cousin,” I turn to find him before lifting my brow.

Mykhol looks like he was in the midst of changing. His hair is a little jumbled, and his clothes are somewhat in disarray. It’s very unlike him.

Is he in a rush for something? I wonder before catching myself staring too long.

“Cousin, what are you doing here?”

“Someone didn’t heed my warning.” Mykhol slides his hand down my arm to pull up my hand.

“Oh,” A small gasp escapes as he not only takes it but brings it up to his lips.

“Unless you like to make me jealous.” Mykhol’s lips press lightly over my skin.

A shiver runs up my spine as he looks up.

Jealous? “Don't be silly,” I mutter, quickly averting my eyes to calm my suddenly fast heart.

“I would do no such thing.”

“If you say so.” Mykhol lowers my hand, but not before weaving his fingers through mine.

“Cousin,” I pout. But it’s too late. His grip is already tight around me.

Mykhol must be in one of his grabby moods again.

I wish he would grow out of this habit. I sink bu