บท 107: Cold Turkey

Demyan 

From the moment I climbed down the stairs of the private jet, I was met with the loud squeal of Malia as she came running to me from her bright pink Mini Cooper. She had let her hair down, wore denim jeans with flip flops and a white loose tank top. 

I toxic happiness rubbed off on me as I smiled and braced myself as she launched herself into the air and into my arms. I had been picking her up for so many performances that it did not take a lot of effort as I spun her around as she wrapped her arms around my neck then pressed her lips to mine. 

My heart staggered for a second as I had gotten used to Ethan's kisses but once the flavour of peach flavoured lip balm had reached my tastebuds a sense of familiarity set in. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to kiss her back with the same eagerness. My siblings' words still rang in my head and I knew I could not let Malia detect any doubt or worry.