The reason I couldn't let Tyler get too close was not for considering him an obstacle in my work, but for knowing that one night would not be enough for any of us. Because, unconsciously, I liked him more than I would admit out loud. And as much as that feeling was impossible to hide or keep stored until it faded like dew at sunrise, everything changed that last night when he had offered to go out with me. Because that was the night I met Zachary Malik."I would have loved you, Mila. Truly," he said softly. " But this other guy, whoever he is, must be amazing to you. I hope you are happy.I lost my speech and my conscience screamed at Tyler's words. I forced a laugh, but it sounded so dry that even I wouldn't believe it if I listened. He was declaring himself and exposing feelings that I had no idea what it was like to have them? My head turned.“ Tyler... I'm not dating anyone if that's what you..."Are you ready or not, bitch? " Kendall screamed, sticking his head through the door,
I let out a grumbling. "We met by chance."Dd have you forgotten that I also read all the messages on your cell phone? “ arched an eyebrow defiantly. "All those good night and good morning messages can't be just friendship." But it is! "I was sincere, feeling the words bitter in my mouth. "We're just friends.Kendall turned to me, producing a metallic sound by pulling the fuel hose hard. "And you wanted them to be more than that? "S suggested, hopeful.I didn't know what to answer. Not when Kendall smiled sadly, more aware than me that that friendship would never end well. If it was visible even to Tyler that someone was occupying my head, I wondered if this would not be the reason why Zachary always let me go when he asked. Maybe he thought that at some point I wouldn't look for him again. Maybe that was exactly what he wanted.“ Shit... " Kendall growled, hitting lightly on the sleeve of the wet shirt. The pungent and addictive smell of fuel found me with the help of the breeze tha
"Is there any relative we can call? “A female voice questioned me.Everything was like a blur filled with echoes, and that prevented me from giving an immediate answer.I could feel that the sidewalk where I had been for five minutes until the help arrived outside replaced by a soft ambulance seat. I had the slight suspicion that the sound of clothes being torn and the click of a pair of scissors came from the stretcher in front of me, where Kendall fainted from the pain of his burns, and leaned back as if he were sleeping, deeply and calmly.I knew I was being carefully watched by a team of three people wearing dark robes and with clear red cross emblems on each of their arms. However, I couldn't perform involuntary and necessary gestures such as moving or speaking. I could only watch everything, in silence and quietly.I didn't remember when exactly my dress was torn from my body, but I must have been covered by a thermal blanket soon after, because I felt that the saline they used
Nurses hurried by my side, blurring my peripheral vision with their perfectly white clothes. I rotated from time to time to observe some figure, only to make sure that he was an ordinary person in his work, and sighed deeply with relief. The panic was still there, waiting patiently for the next time I would give in to fear. And with it, there was a grainy sensation in my lungs. As if each space compressed by shortness of breath was filled with small styrofoam spheres.Aside from a tendency to some allergy that made me cough with each movement in the upper part of the body "behavior that attracted all the attention of the paramedic who held me by the waist as if he feared to let me fall "I did not believe that it had any harmful trace about what happened.My eyes still seemed fragile to intensive light, and this caused me slow blinks and small lapses that made me lose track of time. In an instant, panting and again cold by the simple idea of being kept in a hospital room for the second
" Someone tried to kill me..." I murmured, drying my tears in a precarious way."I know," he said. "It's my fault.I shook my head, shaking to be placed on the floor. Zachary obviously didn't bother, and kept holding me against his chest, raised several centimeters from the ground."Don't give me this story," I retated, stubbornly.A certain embarrassment prevented me from saying that I feared both for my safety and yours, and that I had really suspected your connection with what happened. I remembered with accuracy every word uttered by the unknown man before his body was devoured by the flames.Zachary sighed and put me on the floor, looking so exhausted that I almost asked them to answer him in my place. He took my hand and took me to the first set of chairs, sat down and pulled me into his lap. The intimacy was again on the agenda, and I took advantage of it to drown any malaise with the flood of the senses that its mere physical contact had evoked in me, still in a slight stage o
I wondered how I would feel working day and night in a place that took my whole family to the ruins. I estimated how I would feel if I lost all the people I considered important overnight. My chest tightened bitterly as I thought of Kendall given his own luck because of me. That made me really sick.However, I didn't have to say anything. Recognizing the connection between me and Zachary, I was also aware of the harmony with which our thoughts flowed. The way he so easily raised my chin and caught his gaze on mine, refreshing the weight of my conscience with the brightness in his beautiful eyes, I gave myself all the certainty of this fact."Don't be saddened by my story," he asked, lightly caressing my jaw. "Each person must learn how to face their own demons.I denied it with my head."How can you endure this without letting anyone know?He bowed his lips in a slow smile."I had enough time not to embitter the lives of others with my own sorrows, Camila.It hit me hard. I wouldn't e
"I have an indiscreet question," said Kendall, packing his arm covered in ointment in a compressive mesh. "Have you taken his pistol yet?" Already."Really? All the pistols? Which one was bigger?I heard a dish tink under something sharp followed by a giggle and a dry grunt sounding from the kitchen, and finally stopped looking at the cushions I was arranging as an excuse to stay in the main room.Kendall looked at me with her big brown eyes, in that moment full of malice and shiny like an onyx stone. I looked away, on the edge of the kitchen counter, and caught Tristan choking with trapped laughter, looking at us without the slightest discretion. My father was on his back, his shoulders slightly shrunk, tense. Between the two was Zachary, using a salad plate to support the vegetables he had prepared.Arriving home late at night, enjoying Zachary's company until the last moment, had not gone unnoticed by the attentive and vigilant looks of Tristan and my father. Both served as guard d
That cloud that always hovered over us at times like that, had become dense and heavy. My breathing failed for a mere second, as he crossed one ankle over the other, leaning against the wooden cabinet. I didn't even have the courage to demonstrate the sinful thoughts that ran through my mind only by their always so calculated movements, and even holding his gaze on mine was a penance.He wore a white shirt with loose buttons on his chest, revealing the beginning of the wings tattoo. The tissue was heavy and did not allow me to see that mass of toned and stiff muscles in his belly, but I knew they were there, and, taken by a sudden desire, I longed to feel the taste of his skin on my tongue."Is it a family too strange for you? "I asked softly.Zachary pushed away the strand of hair that fell on his face and smiled languidly.“ Families are strange."It's still true," I grumbled, smiling without a real reason.Zachary remained with an open smile, looking at me so intensely that lowerin