Malachi raised one hand and rapped his knuckles against the wall.
His small gesture ended up capturing the attention of the girls in the hall.
Celeste came running up to him immediately; allowing Mal to get a good look at her eyes that were clearly red from crying.
His expression immediately softened as if he were looking at something precious.
And Celeste could not say whether she just didn't like that look, or just didn't like how much she liked it.
Either way, it was a problem that she didn't have the time for.
"I-I need your help…" She asked quietly.
"I'll do whatever I can." Mal's response was instantaneous.
He wiped away the lingering traces of tears along her cheeks and felt her shiver against his skin.
The light scent of soap on her skin, as well as the softness of her cheek was almost too much. And Mal had to give himself a very important reminder.
my hb said astrology is just space racism and I haven’t been able to think about anything else all day