Hairy before Marry (a Muslim love story)
"You smell so nice," He groaned out, "like spicy flowers," Was that even a thing? This guy was really scary and creepy. But what scared me more was that I let him touch me. I liked the feeling of the sparks that erupted at each touch.
Then I felt it. I was a pre-med student, I had taken anatomy, I had read my fair share of romantic stories; I knew what it was. I just never felt it before in real life.
Breaking out of my trance, I swung my hand back and slapped him. He staggered away from me, gripping his cheek. I saw a slight burn on it. His eyes zeroed in on the silver ring on my finger. He let out an intimidating growl.
"You're mine," He whispered, as he began to stalk over to me.