MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

(XXXIV)

Malia looks at me suspiciously, turning her face to the huge glass of the cabin. She looks for a few seconds and her expression changes from confused to serious.

- Who are they? - she asks, turning her face to me.

She frowned staring at me, Malia doesn't show to be afraid, which is a surprise.

- they work for other families - sigh, putting the hair behind the ear. - they found out whose daughter you are, and to make matters worse, they know you're with me

- I say, putting my hands together, sitting in the cabin part.

- and what do they want? - she approaches, standing in front of me.

- I give a cynical laugh, looking up. - they want me dead, and for you, there are two options - I pass my tongue on my teeth, watching her cross her arms. - death or a child - Malia lets out a dull laugh, sitting next to me.

- I've seen in some places that you've already killed a lot of people - she looks at the glass again. - groups of people, it's not now that you're going to let something happen, is it? - she looks at me again, with a sideways smile.

- the problem is you, Malia. I won't always be there in case something happens - sigh, taking the cell phone, seeing that Vicent is watching everything through the park's cameras.

- I know how to take care of myself, Kylie - she says so seriously that for a moment I believe. - nothing will happen, they will give up and we have five more slow laps - she smiles excitedly.

It doesn't even look like there are more than five guys in black wanting to find her at all costs.

Malia really manages to impress me.

Malia gets more to the corner, looking at the fair illuminated by the glass. We're not totally high, but I'm grateful that the glass doesn't give a view of the people in here.

With her lip between her teeth, I see Vicent giving me the movements of the guys. I'm relieved when he says in the message that most have already given up, that there is only one left.

His name shines on the screen, so I get up, taking the cell phone to my ear, moving to the corner, looking at Malia who is now curious. She looks at me so innocently that it makes me forget the fact of how she really is.

- Kylie? - Vicent calls me.

- Yes? - I murmur, taking my hand to her hair, straightening it.

- there's only one left, and he's someone well known to you - he says, making me raise my posture.

- Who is it? - I ask, running my fingers between the thin strands of her hair, fixing it back.

- Liam wolfe - I hear the noise of the keys on your notebook and a wicked smile appears on my lips.

- It will be a beautiful night then - I say and then hang up the phone.

Lian wolfe is a person I've been looking for for a long time. From the moment he preferred to cheat on my father because of drugs. He's a fucking addict, who will pay with his life tonight.

- What's up? - her face is frowning, in deep confusion.

-There's no one else here - I say, and her expression calms down.

- Can we enjoy it now? - she asks, in a cute way.

I shrug my shoulders, sitting next to her, seeing the view of the park high up. It's really beautiful, all the lights in the middle of the darkness, the lights of the building that make everything more charming.

Malia is glazed in the view, who doesn't even notice that I'm looking at her, admiring every beautiful trace of hers. Without realizing it, the girl holds my hand on her lap, intertwining her fingers in mine, giving me a chill, as if it were an electric current running through the My body.

- I have a desire - she says, in a low tone, gently smoothing my hand.

I get closer to her, getting closer to her face, to be able to hear her better.

- I'm crazy to meet Paris - she says, turning her face, noticing that we are too close. - but I want this moment to be special - she whispered, diverting her gaze to my mouth. - I know I shouldn't, after all, it's something absurd for me to be in love with a murderer, who is even more my teacher - she laughs awkwardly, looking down, moving her fingers.

My mouth is dry and my body freezes with her confession. My mind gets into a big mess, but I don't take my eyes off it. My breathing is heavy and my heart is racing. I didn't expect that, not really.

- I still hate you, just for the record - she says, looking up again.

I barely blink, keeping my gaze fixed on hers. My heart shoots inside my chest, looking at Malia under the weak light of this place, knowing that I can't even fool myself,

Declaring myself inside that I am totally in love with Malia Baker, and I will always be at her mercy and willing to let the world burn for her, no matter who will get hurt.

- I can't say it's mutual this time - I say, putting my hand on her chin, analyzing her feature, noticing That she's nervous.

- What? - she asks, with her voice failing and too low.

I smile sideways, looking at her reddened lips, feeling the world stop and only she exists in it. Even if I don't accept it, Malia is my weak point, my refuge and a shadow that I can't escape and I don't even want to. I don't need someone, but your way disconcerts me. Every move of hers holds me, fascinates me, even when I pretend not to. I could push her away, but maybe I don't want to. Maybe the danger of having her around is what keeps me alive.

- I don't hate you - sigh, moving her hair back with the other hand. - maybe I even like you too much Baker - I feel Malia falter over my touch, fixing her gaze on mine, with an indecipherable glow on them.

Malia doesn't say a word. She grabs me and pulls me, crashing her mouth on mine, starting a calm kiss. Her movements relax and her hand sits on the back of my neck and the other rests on my shoulder.

With my hand between her curls, I dominate her tongue, feeling her burning heat on me. I have no idea if this thing has already run the second time, since she always pauses for about five minutes.

And everything happens so fast, that I only realize that I pulled Malia to my lap when she moves away, throwing her hair to the side, leaving me hypnotized by her act.

This girl will still drive me crazy.