Glass Heart

Part Twenty

Kylie's POV:

I laid down, breath shaky.

I looked next to me at Malia, who was just laying in awe.

I couldn't help but smile. Everything was so perfect. She was perfect.

"Ky," She said, breathing heavy. "Why did it take us so long to do that?"

I smiled and laughed.

"My thoughts exactly. Let's go clean up and then we can go get dinner," I said, looking directly at her.

"Yes, cleaning up sounds important." Malia said, turning her body to face me. "But i'm scared to get up."

She raised her eyebrows, innocence flooding her tone. I started laughing.

"I got you, Maliki," I got out of bed and walked around to the side she was laying on.

I picked her up, and carried her bridal-style to the bathroom.

I turned the shower on and set the water to warm, just how Malia liked it.

I set her down on the counter and looked at her, her body, everything.

"Just wait here, i'm gonna go grab some extra towels and change the sheets on my bed." I said.

Malia nodded, smiling at me.

Something about Malia was so animated. Her expressions, her beauty, everything about her just screamed Disney princess.

It was hard for me to keep my word and leave the bathroom. If I could, i'd stay standing in front of her, staring for the rest of my life.

I'd be happily content doing that.

But, cleaning everything would make her more comfortable, and that's what matters.

I walked out of the bathroom, leaving my beautiful goddess of a girl sitting on the counter.

I walked down the hall, stopping about halfway and opening the linen closet.

I grabbed a couple fluffy towels, and new bed sheets.

I went back to my bedroom and set the towels down on my nightstand before pulling the old sheets off of my mattress.

I threw them, bundled up in a ball, and started working on putting the clean sheets on.

Once I got them on and put the old sheets into the laundry bin, I grabbed the towels from my nightstand and walked back over to my bathroom.

Steam came from the open crack in the doorway as I knocked gently before walking in.

As I entered the steamy bathroom, I saw Malia struggling to get her bra unclipped and off.

I quickly set the towels down and walked up behind her.

I unclipped the clip for her, and gently kissed her shoulder before leaving the bathroom.

Still gotta give her some privacy.

I sat on my bedroom floor, and scrolled a little bit on my phone before I heard my name.

"Ky," Malia said. She talked so quiet compared to the blasting water, that I'm surprised I heard her.

"Coming," I got up, leaving my phone on the carpet and walked back into the bathroom.

I walked in, and Malia was sitting in the tile floor of the shower. She smiled when she saw me come in.

"Do you mind washing my hair? My arms and legs feel like lead." She laughed. "You sure know what you're doing,"

I smiled.

"I'm glad to have been able to do business with you," I said through my smile. "And of course i'll help you."

I walked up behind her, and realized helping her shower would mean I'd also have to go in the shower.

I just took my T-shirt off, leaving me in a sports bra, and walked in.

The water soaked into my pajama shorts, but I didn't care.

I kneeled behind Malia and pumped some shampoo into my hands.

I gently rubbed and massaged the liquid into Malias hair.

I scrunched the shampoo into her hair, rather than lathering anything.

Since I don't have curly hair like Malia, I wanted to be prepared for this moment, so I watched a bunch of information videos a couple weeks ago.

Crazy into her, I know. I'm not afraid to admit it, though.

I was super gentle when washing her hair. Once she was all shampoo'd up, I stood up and grabbed the shower head. I turned it on and sprayed water all along her head, making sure none of the soapy water went into her eyes.

"Thank you, Ky." She looked up at me. "This weekend has been much needed,"

I smiled.

"Little do you know," I said, my tone very honest.

Little did she know this is going to be every weekend for us, if she lets it happen.

Little does she know, I intend to have many more special moments with her.

Little does she know that despite everything that's happened between us, she's always gonna be the one.

My one.

I conditioned her hair, doing the same scrunch technique that I had seen so many videos doing.

Once I rinsed the conditioner from her hair, Malias shower was all done and complete.

I got up, drying myself off first before taking a fresh towel over to Malia.

I wrapped it around her body when she stood up, and she looked at me.

Her eyes were big, as if longing for something.

There was a sparkle in each eye, and in that moment, I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.

"Thank you," She said once again.

"Don't thank me. I'll be here whenever you need, Maliki." I lifted her chin up. "I got you, neva forget it."

She just smiled that perfect smile and looked at me.

"Man, I'm starving. Where are we going for dinner?" She said, cutely.

I smiled. This girl, man.

"I was thinking, if you're up for it, there's this new grill downtown and I checked the menu;l, there's a lot of fish items." I responded.

Malia looked completely appreciative at my mentions of fish.

I honestly didn't care about what we ate. One of her big concerns was me not being able to eat what I wanted, as she's a pescatarian, but I don't care what I eat.

As long as it's with her, anything tastes good.

"I'd love that," She responded. "Thank you. You're so perfect."

My heart fluttered.

My perfect girl just called me perfect. My Malia, the most perfect person to walk planet earth, sees me as perfect.

Life couldn't get better.

Which means? It could get worse.