Sheep in Wolf's Clothing
LAIKA
The person covered my eyes with his large palm and quickly flipped me to face them. Before I got a chance to even speak and know who they were, his lips crashed on mine, knocking out all my breath. I reached for his shoulders to steady myself, and that was when I noticed his braid.
This was a warrior. He was tall, wide, and strong, with long hair. This was no kidnapper or some obsessed psycho.
This was Karim.
‘Mate,’ Joy chirped in excitement.