Invisible String || H.S

Chapter 15

I wake up and feel an arm draped over my stomach. I slowly blink, the sunlight pouring through the window making it hard to fully open my eyes. Rubbing them, I turn to my right and a sleeping Ezra comes into my vision. 

The night before floods to the forefront of my brain and I slowly turn over, hoping to not wake Ezra and leave before he gets up, but my breath hitches as I feel his arm tighten around me. 

"Good morning" I hear a mumbled voice come from beside me and I turn, my eyes meeting hazel ones. I give a soft smile and say good morning back before sitting up and brushing some curls behind my ears. 

"Sleep well?"  I nod my head and pull the comforter up realizing my clothes are still on the floor from the night before. Ezra kisses my shoulder and then begins a trail of kisses leading up to my neck. Red lights are flashing in my mind and I'm trying to come up with the best excuse to get out of this bed.

"What time is it?" I turn and ask Ezra. He reaches over to his bedside table and taps on the screen of his phone, his eyes blink as it illuminates "almost half past ten." 

"Shoot I forgot I told my friend I would meet up with them for coffee today at eleven" I say, my hand flying into my hair and raising my eyebrows trying my best to sound convincing. I look over at Ezra to see his eyebrows raise as well for a second before they fall and a slight frown crosses over his face. 

"Ah I understand, I was hoping we could get some breakfast from this new place I found but we'll just have to do that next time." I give Ezra a soft smile and a kiss on the cheek before replying "next time." That seems to satisfy him because he hops out of bed and tosses my clothes to me that were previously on the floor. 

I hurry up and get dressed before following his lead and also getting out of bed. I walk over to his desk where he set my phone and reach to pick it up. Notifications pop up as I tap the screen to life, some from Isabella and two from my mom. 

Are you coming home on Wednesday for Thanksgiving? Please let us know if you're driving or if we should buy you a plane ticket. 

UM HI, where are you? I know you had a date with Ez tonight but I just want to make sure you're not dead. Also tomorrow we're going shopping because Chris invited me over for Thanksgiving to meet his family and I need something to wear AND because I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. 

I answer Isabella letting her know that I did in fact spend the night at Ezra's and still alive and quite well and that I was down to go shopping with her later that day. Throwing my coat on, I pocket my phone and look for the rest of my stuff before wrestling on my shoes. Ezra lazily throws on an oversized t shirt and some sweats before ruffling his hair. 

"Here I'll walk you out" Ezra says, opening the door for me. I walk out into the hallway before heading down the stairs. The creak of the loose floorboards on the stairs follows the footsteps Ezra and I make as we walk down. Walking past the living room I see that Ezra's roommate and the girl are now long gone. 

"I really enjoyed our date Evie and last night" Ezra says as a blush creeps on his cheeks and he rubs the back of his neck. "I did too Ez, I'll text you when I get home." I give Ezra another smile as I move to open the door, pushing the strap of my purse back up my shoulder as it slides down. 

Opening the door, the cold of the November air surrounds me and I feel the tip of my nose already starting to turn red as I walk down the steps of Ezra's apartment. I turn and wave goodbye to Ezra standing by the door before shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket as I start to walk towards the nearest coffee shop. 

After a couple of turns I see the glass windows and the sign painted on top of the entrance way that says Bleachers. Opening the door I hear the bell rattle behind me as it slowly closes. The sound of small conversations, papers moving, fingers typing, and the slow melodies of coffee shop music soon fill my ears.  Theres several people in line and I quickly walk to the back of the queue. I pull my phone out of my pocket hoping for a distraction while I wait in line.