Amelie Chantelle is a university student attending Princeton.She works as a part time tutor at her school and prioritizes her education to help her mother but still finds time for fun and somehow always remains popular. Her ex Jake Champs is your av...
"Can you come early? I need to show you something"- Ezra
I stare at my phone for a moment before my curiosity wins over and l eventually make it to his dorm in sweatpants and a crop top. Before I could knock, Ezra opens the door in a white tank and his plaid pants. His shirt has paint splatters on it but all my thoughts scatter when he pulls me into the most passionate kiss he's ever given me. We've been "dating" for a couple weeks now. Though, I'm not sure what we are and that thought causes me to break away slightly.
"Hey my precious." He says, eyes closed, breath heavy.
"Hi Bob Ross." I joke which causes him to open his eyes and glare at me, only for us both to erupt into laughter.
"Speaking of Bob Ross and painting....." He grabs my hand and leads me to his room. "Close you eyes. Trust me." I'm not sure why but I listen because I'm slowly getting more comfortable around Ezra and I do trust him enough for this. Music starts playing in a steady rhythm. He twirls me once before holding my back to his chest.
"and....open." He removes his hands from my eyes but it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the sight before me. When they do, I'm left speechless. There are rose petals on his white comforter, a carton of apple juice, and a black jewelry box. What caught my eyes was the star of the show. A painting. It was of a portrait of a ballerina in fourth position. He had signed it with his nickname for me.
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I don't understand. How did he know I used to play ballet?
"Ezra.....what...?" I trailed off, tearing up from my memories at the dance studio and all that was taken away from me.
"Your tattoo" he replied, pointing to my forearm. There was a tattoo of a ballerina in this exact position.
"Oh my god. Thank you so much." I said as tears started falling down my cheeks.I turned in his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He caught me and held me while placing kisses on my temple.
"So you like it huh?" He teased.
"It's beautiful. You're so talented.I'm speechless"
"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it but that's not all." He dropped me onto the ground and held me to make sure I was stable, then led me to the bed. I sat down on the soft mattress, and started laughing. " I don't get your obsession with apple juice. You're such a weirdo" I mumbled while picking up the small box.
"It's so good, what do you mean?! You love it. You love when I'm weird because I'm your weirdo." He said while gently cupping my chin and tilting it up towards him. He was so beautiful. He pecked my lip then urged me to open the box. I opened it and found a small bracelet with my birthstone surrounding a purple stone. Diamonds and an amethyst? His birthstone.
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"Ezra....you didn't need to do all of this. You're..thank you." I said as I hugged him tightly to show my gratitude. I didn't know what this was all for.
"Why did you do all of this?"
"It's Valentine's Day baby." He reminded me. I had completely forgotten. I've never really celebrated it before since it didn't really concern me before and well.....I wasn't necessarily sure what we were. In this moment, I didn't care.
"I didn't get you anything I'm-" He pressed his finger to my lips and assured me it was okay. "I don't expect anything, I just wanted to make you happy."
"You did. You did." I tear up again thinking about the painting. It means so much more to me than he could ever comprehend. I started ballet when I was four and had to stop when I turned 12 since I fractured my tibia. It was my escape from reality and I used it to ignore the constant ache my fathers absence caused.It was heartbreaking when I had to stop but I decided to remember the good parts about it and got the tattoo as a reminder of everything I loved. He holds me to him, situates my arms around his neck,one of his on my waist and intertwines our hand with the other, then starts slowly moving us in tandem with the music. We circle our way around the room for a couple minutes before he breaks the silence.
"Why did you stop?" He asks as he sits down and pulls me onto his lap. I look into his eyes and can do nothing but be honest. It's as if I'm compelled to.
"I broke my tibia and since I only had a single mom to provide for me, she couldn't risk it happening again and honestly, neither could I. I was twelve when it happened and another serious injury like that could have permanently damaged my leg." He nods and holds my face in both hands. Before he could say anything else, I piece together what he didn't tell me.
"Amethyst...that's for February. The birthstones....Is your birthday today? Valentine's Day!?" I question him although I'm fairly confident in my theory.
"It is but I don't really celebrate it-" He's cut off by me smashing my lips to his so fast, he topples backwards onto the bed, putting me on top of him. My pelvis is perfectly aligned with his and I feel him grow harder beneath me. His hands are at my neck, waist, ass, chest moving frantically as if he can't decide where to have them. I separate from him to catch my breath but also to say "Enough of that. The day you were born is a beautiful day. I mean it's even Valentine's Day, it's a sign. I'm taking you on a date, but first....."
I remove his shirt and gaze down at the perfection beneath me. He really is a work of art. He has a tattoo of some sort of date on his right pec and a butterfly right above his abs on the opposite side. I notice a couple scars, some decently long scattered all across his upper body and kiss one before thinking about it. I have a pretty good idea where they came from but I won't rush him if he isn't ready. He gazes at me and his expression changes to something softer. Something....scary.
"If today's your birthday then......" I don't mean to ruin the moment but I can't help but wonder how Kassian is celebrating today. I imagine today he'll be extra relentless towards his twin since it's the horrible day he was born. I roll my eyes and scoff at the thought. As if on cue he appears at the door and grins at what he sees.
"Awe my brother's a softie, who knew? Ditching tutoring are we? You didn't forget it was my birthday too did you? My turn." He enters and slams the door.
