OWAIN LUTHER
I stared at the phone for a second, debating if I really wanted to speak to her.
Although I knew it. I couldn’t bring myself to agree with the fact that staying with Karima had been doing things to me lately. Things I never wanted to admit. Things I never wanted to feel. It was softening a part of me I wished she’d never gotten close to.
But then, I dialed her line. It rang twice before she picked up, and the noise from wherever she was cut into the line first.
“Malcom…” she slurred on the other end. That didn’t sound like Karima.
Apart from the fact she just called me Malcom, she sounded way too cheerful for a girl who always carried an attitude.
“It’s Owain, Karima. Not Malcom,” I corrected her, my tone flat, and she laughed.
“Yes, Owain. I’ve been waiting for you…” s
