Chapter 52
We’ve been eating and laughing at all the good times we had growing up. Even the good times we had with Zayn and Rya. It feels like we’re at their funeral, laughing and reminiscing about the good times before we say our final goodbyes.
The food we ordered covers the floor all around us. Some plates are half-eaten, some haven’t even been touched, laid out as if we’re two people who have been starving for decades.
The warmth of Ezra beside me comforts me in a way I didn’t realize I needed. Something so simple, yet it makes me feel so safe. Every move he makes, his arm brushes against mine. His touch alone has made the weight of everything disappear.
“Time for dessert,” I say as I reach down and grab the bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries with a side of whipped cream—because that combo is elite for me.
Especially now, as the alcohol has taken me all the way over, helping dull the betrayal and heartache as if they were never there.
From the looks of it, it looks like the alcohol has been working wonders on Ezra too.
I bite into the strawberry and juice drips down my face, making me laugh at the mess.
Ezra grabs a strawberry, dips it in the whipped cream, and takes a huge bite off it.
I take my half-eaten strawberry and dip it back into the whipped cream.
Something cold touches my nose as I finish my strawberry. Ezra looks over at me, laughing.
“What?” I giggle.
He leans in, his eyes glossy from the alcohol. He stares at me with a wide grin on his face. “You have whipped cream on your face.”
“Get it off,” I say, chuckling.
He reaches in, wrapping his fingers around the back of my head. His palms press against my cheeks, holding my face so gently. I swallow the lump in my throat as his gaze locks with mine. His grin that once was wide has now dropped, and his lips part slightly.
The warmth between us heats the air around us, increasing the intensity of the moment. I look down at his lips; a mix of nervousness and excitement lingers over me. The background blurs, as if we are the only two people who exist. Two heartbroken people seeking the comfort of one another.
The rush of anticipation of his lips crashing against mine makes my heartbeat faster against my chest.
He slowly places his lips on mine as if he wants to savor this moment.
His strawberry-sweet lips press against mine, sending a shiver down my spine.
He pulls me closer. Our kiss deepens, more urgent, more desperate.
As if we’ve waited our whole lives to do this.
The world spins faster. I reach for him, pulling him closer to me, needing him closer to me.
Our chests crash against each other, making our need for one another more desperate.
Before I know it, my back is against the floor, and he’s between my legs. The feel of him hard against my center sends electricity through my body, making me feel alive. More alive than I’ve felt in a long time.
My hands run up his body, grazing his muscles beneath his shirt. In one swift movement, he’s kneeling above me. Gazing down at me with so much desire. He throws his shirt off. Looks back down at me, grabs the hem of my shirt. “Can I?” he asks in a low, husky voice.
I nod with my chest rising and falling. He looks at me, his eyes filled with…
Pure love?
Pure lust?
He throws my shirt off. “God, you’re beautiful,” he says as his soft gaze roams my body. He leans back down and brushes his lips against mine.
The tension between us is thick, sparking something in us I never knew was there. I thought nothing like this would ever be here. He kisses me so desperately, but yet so tenderly.
His hands trace down to my stomach, making me catch my breath with his touch. A touch I never knew I needed. Never knew I wanted so badly until now. He traces his finger up along my ribs; he stops as he hesitates to go any further.
“Touch me,” I whisper against his lips.
He runs his fingers against the curve of my breast, softly teasing me until he reaches my nipple. He glides his finger around it until he squeezes, making a soft moan escape my lips. My center heats, responding to his touch.
His touch doesn’t stop; he glides his fingers back down the curves of my body slowly and steadily, as if he’s savoring this. His hand wraps around my thigh as he pushes his hips against me, groaning at the way his body is responding toward me.
The desire between us is building higher and higher.
He releases my lips as his eyes meet mine. “I don’t know if we should be doing this. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know what’s right. But all I want right now is to feel you. To feel all of you. That’s what feels right.”
I wrap my hands around his head. “Then don’t stop.” I lead him toward my lips. Haziness runs through my mind and body.
He reaches down, touching my thigh before he moves his hand to my center, skimming his palm against me. My vagina contracts from his touch, heightening my arousal.
He leans up, unbuttons my shorts, and slowly slides them down my legs. He reaches back up, wraps his fingers around the straps of my thong, and slides it down. I lie here exposed. More exposed than I have ever been with him.
I reach in and unbutton his pants, spreading them wider. My gaze flickers down, catching sight of his hardness straining against his boxers, begging to be released.
He hooks his finger on his pants and slides them down his thighs. I reach back in, grab the top of his boxers, and slide them down. The minute they pass his thighs, his length springs free, thick with veins pulsing.
The space between us closes. Our naked bodies are against each other. The warmth melts us into each other. His hardness rubs against my center, spreading my wetness around. The heat between us builds, deepening our attraction to one another.
“Ezra,” I whisper. “Let me feel you.”
His lips graze my neck as he moves his hips in a steady movement toward my vagina. My breath catches as the tip fills me. My legs widen and my stomach tightens.
In one gentle, steady stroke, he’s all the way inside me, filling me. A heavy gasp catches in my throat. My body trembles at the overwhelming feeling. The intoxication is blurring the world and our troubles away.
Right now, it’s only us. Drowning everything and everyone out.
His arms wrap around me, holding me in his embrace, protecting me from all that has happened. His groans rumble in the crevices of my neck. Soft moans escape my lips with each thrust. My fingers press into his shoulders, anchoring him to me like I need his protection from the world.
From everything.
From everyone.
Our worlds collide into one. Our breaths are heavy and ragged for this moment we have right now, so raw, so safe.
We get lost in each other. Our need for each other reaches its peak and everything fades away, leaving our breaths heaving.
As our rhythm slows down, the intoxication is still heightened, allowing me to not think of anything but losing myself in this moment with him. A moment I used to dream of having. A moment I thought I lost and would never have again.
Our breaths slow down as the intoxication wins us over.
“It’s always been you,” he whispers into my ear.
Before I can fully comprehend what he said, sleep pulls me under.
The bright rays of the sun stream through the window pull me from my sleep. I stir and blink back the pounding in my head. As I shift my body, I hit something warm, something hard.
A sudden shock hits me, and everything that happened yesterday comes rushing into my mind like a swarm of bees.
I look over my shoulder, and there lies Ezra right next to me his chest rising and falling.
Soft breaths escape him. I rise abruptly, trying to piece together what happened.
My eyes trail down his naked torso until my gaze stops right at his sex lines, where the sheet covers the rest of him.
I gasp and look down at myself, naked and tangled in the same sheet as him. I glance around the room. But nothing else is in sight, only the mess of us in bed, tangled in the same sheet.
No clothes in sight.
I run my hand over my face, still trying to piece together what happened. I look back over at Ez, and the memories of last night flood my mind.
All I can think is…
What the fuck?