Loving Ezra

01

Damien

THE NEXT MORNING I woke up thinking of Ezra, the small, shy boy that I met yesterday. Ezra was just unforgettable. For the first time, I saw a glimpse of light after many years of darkness. I felt happy, a feeling I have not experienced since the break-up with my ex-fiancé.

Two years ago, the night I saw my girlfriend of three years having sex with my best friend. When they noticed me, the excuse they gave me was, "It was a mistake, I swear! We were drunk," I wonder how many times did they do it behind my back. All I remember of that night is grabbing my laptop and leaving the apartment that I shared with Ruby, my now ex-fiancé.

I moved to New York, hoping to begin a new life and forget them. Yet, I still couldn't get that vision out of my head until last night. All I could see was Ezra when I closed my eyes. His smile. His eyes. His soft hair. The freckles that surrounded his face. Oh, how I loved to see him again, and again, and again.

"Ezra, Ezra, Ezra, what are you doing to me?" I said to myself, still tangled up with the sheets of my bed.

Today, Tuesday, was lecture day. I applied to Rickson Community College on my first day in New York and, since then, I have been working as a professor teaching the psychology course. After living with my autistic sister, my love for the science of the mind and behavior grew so I studied psychology in college.

I had to leave to work at 9 am, it is currently 8:30, so I have approximately 30 minutes to dress up. Finally, I got out of bed and walked to my bathroom to perform my usual morning routine, which consisted of masturbating, taking a 10-minute shower, and doing my skincare. I tried to stop thinking of Ezra but couldn't, so Ezra is now included in my morning routine.

Guess I'm not masturbating today. That would be weird, right? Thinking of the guy I just met yesterday.

After the shower, I began my skincare routine; I'm nearly thirty, so I had to take care of those wrinkles school was creating. I wonder if Ezra likes older men as he's about six years younger than me. Maybe he doesn't like men. I dressed up, grasped my briefcase, and head out of my apartment. I will not be able to grab a coffee, so I told the taxi to drive toward Rickson Community College.

When I got to the college building, I immediately advanced to Professor Liam's, my co-worker and friend, classroom. I must tell him about Ezra; he had to know about the gorgeous guy I faced yesterday.

As I was about to knock, the door opened, and a young lad came out of Liam's classroom. Flushed as a red rose. I was about to ask if he was okay, but he interrupted me by running away. Weird. I finally entered the room, catching Liam wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

"What as that? The young boy, I mean. Failed him or what?" Liam looks back at me and nervously smiled.

"Eh, no, nothing. Just a student, a normal student." He turned back to the board and began cleaning it.

Well, that's even weirder.

"Well, I came to inform you that I met someone yesterday. The most beautiful person I've ever seen," I told Liam. I knew I had a big smile printed on my face; that's what Ezra makes me feel.

"Wow, Professor Damien King liking someone. That is very unexpected. I always thought you were, I don't know, asexual. How does she look?" Liam asked.

"He, he looks like a cute strawberry. You have to see him blush, the cutest thing e-ver." A cute yummy strawberry.

Liam looked back at me, surprised, "Wow, he must really make you fall. You said you met him yesterday? He really made you fell hard." He laughed and shook his head, "And what, got his number?"

"No, but I gave my phone to his mother," I responded.

"To his mother? How old is he?" Liam chuckled.

"I don't know; about 20 years old. He is autistic, seems like a sweet person. Told his mother, Linda, that I could take care of him if she needed help. She was looking for someone to take care of him," I added, " She hasn't called yet." I looked down. I want to see him again.

"Oh, do you even have time to be with him? I mean, you know, college." Liam turned back at me and sat at one of the desks.

"No, but I will make sure to be there," I smirked.

I will make sure to see Ezra again. Even if that meant to excuse me from work, I could also bring him to work, considering that I have two to three classes throughout the day.

By 4 pm, I was out of hell, how my students liked called it, which was nearly the truth as it was one of the causes of suicidal death among college students. As I was about to leave the building, I saw Liam with the student heading together outside.

"Liam!" I shouted, wondering if he wanted a drink at home, maybe he'll invite his little friend. It was getting lonely at my apartment.

Liam turned around tensely, "Hey, Damien. Leaving Already?" He asked.

"Yup, wondering if you wanted to have a drink back at home. You can bring your student." I smirked; I think I know who the person next to Liam was.

"Oh uh, yeah. Damien, this is Andrew. Andrew, this is Professor Damien King." I swear this the first time I have ever seen Liam so scared.

I laughed, "Hello, Andrew. Would you like to accompany Liam at 8 to my house for dinner? Merely chatting."

"I-I, yes, Professor King," the boy looked down.

"Great, then see you there, Liam and his student, Andrew." I chuckled once again and left their scared asses.

Andrew reminded me of Ezra, small and shy, although Ezra was much more cuter than Andrew.

I guess I am not the only who fell hard, Liam.

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