Malachi barton
The car was parked in front of the house, the engine turned off and the distant sound of our parents still talking outside. Too long. Too quiet. And worse... I was alone with him. Me and Malachi weren't exactly friends. Not even close. It was easier to say that we tolerated each other... when he wasn't fighting. But at that moment, something was wrong. He was restless. Irregular breathing, tense body, running his hand through his hair as if trying to control himself. "What's up now?" I said, crossing my arms, suspicious. "You're weird."It's nothing..." he replied too quickly. Lie. Before I could insist, he leaned toward me suddenly—and rested his head on my shoulder. My body froze. He never did that. Never. "Malachi...?" my voice came out lower than I wanted. He did not answer. It just stood there, too close. His breath hitting lightly against my neck, hot... Making a shiver rise without me wanting to
About Malachi barton
The car was parked in front of the house, the engine turned off and the distant sound of our parents still talking outside. Too long. Too quiet. And worse... I was alone with him. Me and Malachi weren't exactly friends. Not even close. It was easier to say that we tolerated each other... when he wasn't fighting. But at that moment, something ...Read more