MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

(XXIX)

Joshua talks excitedly with Morgan and
Ruby, who helps him make lunch together with Marie.

At the cafe, Joshua proposed the idea of spending the day together, not caring that I'm still their teacher inside that damn school. I thought about the hypothesis of denying and going to the quiet of my bed, putting my thoughts in order and convincing myself that everything I feel for Malia is carnal attraction.

But since I didn't have many options, here I am, leaning with my arms on the counter, watching them cook something excited.

Malia has disappeared since coffee time, but I know she's still here, since she doesn't want to go home.

I let out a sigh, sliding my finger through the social , seeing that Malia has just posted a story. When I open the post, I see that she is in Joshua's garden, among the roses, with a book on her legs. Bad I realize that I'm smiling like an idiot teenager seeing her picture smiling. I shake my head in denial, taking it out of her post, feeling a strange sensation in my chest, a huge desire to have it.

Malia is not afraid, not anymore. But she is in the denial phase, fighting against her own feelings. The feelings that consume her, knowing that it is risky as a drug. She knows that being with me will always be at risk, and Malia likes her quiet life.

I liked it. After all, now her life is hell, and I shouldn't, but I like to think it's because of me.

The sound of the doorbell echoes through the big house, making Joshua dry his hands on the towel over the sink, passing by everyone, going towards the large door of wood.

I don't turn around to see who it is, I keep my gaze fixed on the glass door in the kitchen corridor, seeing the garden. In seconds, Malia appears in my field of vision, distracted in her own thoughts, moving her well-defined curls.

When she passes through the glass door, her gaze rises, meeting mine, I don't avoid smiling sideways, putting my hair back, watching her look down and move on.

But I can notice her reddish cheeks and a small smile on her lips.

Holy shit, this girl can get me out of my principles. Her innocent expression that deceives anyone who passes through her life, but little do they know that she carries a surreal dark intensity. Her well-defined curls that I would spend hours losing myself among them. Her brown eyes that contain a natural glow as beautiful as the stars.

I really don't remember when I started to be enchanted by all your details, no matter how silly they are.

- Joshua, where is Malia?! - the thick voice echoes through the room, making everyone gather on the bench, in front of me.

- Mr. Baker, calm down! - Joshua lets out a nervous laugh, closing the door behind him.

Now facing them, I see Robert, with his expensive gray suit, well-combed hair and a posture of a true businessman.

Seeing him like this, it doesn't even look like he carries dark secrets, which would end his reputation as a hero.

- Dad? What are you doing here?! - Malia approaches him, in agile steps, with her arms crossed and her expression scared.

- Malia Baker, you now sleep away from home for days and don't even tell me? - he looks at her with a serious expression, making the girl shrug her shoulders. - did you happen to become a whore? Sleeping anywhere? You know, Malia, I don't want you to spoil the family's reputation

- he says rigidly, with his hands in his pocket, so calm.

Malia swallows dryly, agreeing with her head, looking down.