Glass Heart

Part Nine

Malias POV

Flowers, citrus...I couldn't quite place it.

All I knew was that laying on her chest, smelling her perfume was all... was all so right. Me and Kylie are so right. But it feels so wrong.

Every time we kiss, or hold hands, or simply touch, it feels wrong.

Even though I laid in her arms, and let her massage my head, I couldn't come to terms with how I really feel.

Why? Because I know how I feel, but I also know it's wrong.

She's so good at everything she does. I'm two years younger, and a lot less professional. She's a...well, she, and so am I.

All wrong.

I didn't even realize I was tearing up until my first tear fell from my cheek and onto the t-shirt that I lent Kylie. All, I lent Kylie.

Just a t-shirt.

I watched as the water droplet soaked into the red cloth.

"Malia?" I heard her voice and looked up, eyes watery. "Woah- what's wrong baby?"

Baby. She called me baby.

I just smiled as best I could and shrugged.

"I just yawned," Typical lie from typical Malia.

Kylie's jaw clenched a little.

"Malia," She said softly. "I think I would have felt it if you yawned. What's bothering you?"

She sat up, ultimately forcing me to do so as well, and sat criss crossed facing me.

Her hands each took a thigh and gently massaged them.

Her hands on my skin felt right, but it's wrong.

"Do," I hesitated but one rub from Kylie's hand on my leg made it all right. "Do you think this is wrong? Us?"

There was a slight moment before I spoke again.

"Like what if someone caught us?" Kylie looked deep in thought.

"Do you think it's wrong?" She asked.

I thought for a moment. Yes, but also no. Yes, it's wrong that a little Christian girl like me feels so right in another girls arms. Yes, it's wrong that Kylie is nineteen and i'm only seventeen, but most of all, it's wrong because we are colleagues with big plans set in place for us.

One wrong move between Kylie and I would change the entire way the story plays out.

No, considering the fact that even though we've known each other for less than a month, I can already confidently say I trust her completely.

No because when she looks at me she looks with admiration, and makes me feel seen.

No because i've never felt something like this for anyone, but now I know what it's like.

No because when I'm with Kylie, i'm safe. I don't have anxiety, and all I feel is love.

No because even though she's a girl, she's my girl.

There's my decision. The no's outweigh the yes.

"No," I finally said. "I don't think it's wrong."

Kylie took a deep and relieving breath. She smiled at me.

"I agree completely. And as for you worrying about someone catching us, I kind of want to get caught. Let everyone know you're mine?"

I felt my hand come up to touch my necklace, but I stopped myself.

Kylie noticed this and smiled. It's like she knows exactly what's going on in my mind.

"Malia Baker, this is my official ask...will you be my girlfriend?"

Kylie looked down at me, eyes glistening.

I was stunned. Like absolutely stunned. We've known eachother less than four weeks.

But despite me being so stunned, my heart spoke for me.

"Yes, yes I will."

She smiled and hugged me, leaning back until we were both flat on our backs on the bed.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

But I want to be a secret. Nobody can know.

I'll talk to her about that some other time. For now, this is perfect.

Kylie rubbed my back and my hands trailed the sides of her waist, the T-shirt slowly rising up a little.

"Malia," Kylie said breathlessly.

I just kissed her neck gently and kept massaging her waist area.

I didn't even realize she was only wearing the shirt until I saw that with pulling up her shirt, and she was just in a pair of black underwear.

My eyes trailed from her waist down to her legs, lingering on her stomach for a little too long.

Her breathing was hitched and she had goosebumps.

"Malia," She said between breaths, "You're driving me crazy,"

She looked down at me, her mouth slightly opened as if she was gonna speak more.

But no words came.

She looked at me, then my lips.

I looked at her, then felt a pair of hands gently wrap behind my neck and pull me up.

We were inches away.

I could feel her breath on my lips, the cold air sending shivers down my spine.

My hand was still on her bare waist, hers on my neck and she pushed onto me, kissing me softly.

I pulled away after a while.

"We have to film Life is Sweeter tomorrow," I said.

She licked her lips, never breaking eye contact and just nodded.

"Yeah, yeah you're right." She laid down, as did I. "Goodnight?"

"Goodnight," I was going to add, but remained quiet.

Goodnight baby.