Glass Heart

Part Twenty-Six

Kylie's POV:

We walked to the bathroom. It was a long walk from the kitchen up the stairs to the guest room.

I thought about the night my parent's house got broken into. I thought about my mom calling me, crying, I could barely understand her.

I thought about my heart dropping when I heard glass shatter and my dad scream.

I thought about how horrified I was leaving home to live alone, because if someone broke in, I wouldn't know what to do.

Their house got broken into over a month ago, and since then, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was behind me at all times, watching me.

Being with Malia made all of those feelings go away. Every time she talked I seemed to forget about all of my problems.

I seemed to realize just how lucky I am to still be safe, still be here more and more when i'm with her. She was my safe space.

Once we got to the bathroom, my mind cleared of all my thoughts, and the only thing going on in my brain was Malia.

I looked at her, my heart hurting when I looked at her wrist.

It was a nasty bruise, and already started to swell up.

She turned on the water, setting the heat to exactly how I liked it.

I pulled off my shirt and pants, leaving me in just a sports bra and underwear.

Nothing about this moment was sexual. It was more defeating. It was defeating to know that being with me could put Malia in danger.

I stood up fully, and turned to see Malia struggling to unzip her jeans.

Every time she tried, she winced and grabbed her wrist.

Despite her drastic attempts at hiding the pain, I noticed and I know that it was hurting her. 

"Let me help you," I said. I walked up to her, nerves beginning to rattle in my stomach.

"Okay," Her response was breathy, her eyes never leaving me as I walked up to her.

My hand went on her waist, the other unzipped her pants. I helped her pull them off, and get them out from her ankles.

She just breathed hard, and looked at me.

I took this as a sign to help again, so that's what I did.

I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, her arms went up as if reading my mind.

I pulled her shirt off over her shoulders and head, and let it drop to the ground.

She stood up fully, now dressed the same as me.

A bra and panties.

Again, barely any inches separated us. It took a lot of willpower for me to not touch her right then and there.

Now, we were stripped completely.

This was starting to feel like the other day.

Yes, that day.

Malias breath was shaky, as was mine.

But, now wasn't the time. We both ignored the major nerve buildup in our chests and walked into the shower.

The shower was fairly small, definitely not intended to fit two people.

But Malia and I made it work.

We were skin to skin, the hot water pouring onto us.

Malias arms naturally lifted up, resting on my shoulders.