Chapter57: The Wolf in the Man

*Roxy* He’s not moving. I stand over him with the broom handle clutched tight in both hands, the end still vibrating faintly from the force of the blow. He went down hard—his legs knocked clean out from under him, head smacking against the stone floor with a dull thud. And now he’s lying there, sprawled out like a rag doll. Wearing my flowered pajamas. The sight would be funny if I weren’t still shaking. My sleeves, the ones with the ruffled cuffs, are stretched absurdly tight over his muscular forearms. The tiny embroidered daisies at the hem of the shirt ride up his abdominal muscles, which I can’t help but allow my eyes to linger over. And the pants, well… they only go about halfway down his calves. He looks absolutely ridiculous, and somehow, impossibly handsome. I stand over him, studying his face. Dark hair, a strong jaw, lips with the hint of a smirk even while unconscious. I’ve never seen a man before, but if I had to guess… he must be one of the better-looking ones. I grab the