She was glad that he trusted her enough to agree to her plan. But, like himself, the plan was quickly slipping away from her focus. As he ran his hands up her bare legs, considering she had just slipped on shorts, her skin was set on fire. She bit her lip, breathing heavy as she moved her hand to the back of his neck while his hands gripped her waist. She leaned in as he did, their lips nearly touching, her leg moving to wrap around his waist... until the door opened.<br/><br/>After the boy left she sighed, looking over to him. She looked to his hands on her knees, tilting her head before she pulled him closer by hooking her leg around his. She then planted her hands on his shoulders, leaning in and delicately touching her lips to his, one hand moving to tangle in his hair as the other dropped to brace against the counter.<br/>“Please come, I think it would be good and... I want you to.” She nodded after she broke their kids, her fingers fiddling with the collar of his shirt. “We will go and after we can come back and plan... maybe finish what we started without being interrupted.” She shrugged with a bit of a smile.<br/><br/>After she hopped down and got changed, she waited for Carson. Together they walked up to the town, through the buildings before coming to a hill where a decent hole was dug. Her mother stood at the front as well as nearly every runner, and lots of other townspeople. All eyes turned to the pair of them as they approached, and Malia wanted to desperately hold his hand, but she wasn’t sure he wanted people to know of their relationship shift. A few people glanced them over but ultimately refocused on the to-be grave. She didn’t focus on words being said, she was too distracted by the blood rushing in her ears as tears gathered In her eyes, falling down her cheeks. Her mother glanced to her once, but that was all.