Our Flame

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NADIA

"I just can't get it right." I pant. "It's your stance." Ezra chuckles. I roll my eyes as his chuckle flows through the room.

"Not funny." I cross my arms. I relax feeling his hands on my waist. Ezra swiftly turns me around so we're face to face.

"You're too stressed." He pecks my lips. A small smile forms on my face, "He knows where we are, I can't just not be stressed." I remind.

We've barely spoken about the fact that my father knows where we are. We barely speak about the pictures as well, which I'm somewhat grateful for.

I know Ezra works on it when I'm not around but other than that it feels like I'm playing into some morbid game.

And I'm losing.

"I just want this to be over." I sigh. "Soon, πανεμορφη." Ezra mumbles. "I don't want to be responsible for another person's death." I whisper.

translation: beautiful

You can almost hear the vulnerability in my voice. Ezra is many things to me, I've known him for months yet, losing him seems like one of the worse things in the world.

"You won't, none of those deaths are on your hands.." Ezra pulls me closer. "He hurts everyone." I say. "And I'd do anything to make sure he doesn't hurt you."

Ezra's lips twitch up at my statement, "We'll be okay." I stay in his embrace for a little longer until he taps my hip, "Try again." He orders.

I huff, moving back to my position. Ezra insists that I know and perfect all of my fighting skills, which meant going back to basics.

"Seriously." I land with a thud. "Nadia." Ezra groans. "You could have blocked that."

I'm a great fighter, I know I am but for some reason I don't feel like fighting right now.

I lay on the gym mat, looking up at Ezra. I definitely could have blocked that. Ezra takes a seat on the mat, "What are you thinking about?" He questions.

"You." I whisper. I move close to Ezra, placing a kiss to his lips. A laugh escapes my lips as he pulls me onto him, "My girl." Ezra says in between kisses.

My stomach flutters and all I want is to be closer to him. "Fuck." I mumble as his lips meet the bare skin of my neck.

I'm close to him, yet it doesn't feel like enough. His lips finish sucking, kissing my neck, meeting mine again. My hands find their way to his hair, continuing to kiss him.

Over the past week, I've kissed Ezra a lot. More than usual yet, the kisses never fail to heat up every part of me. And they are never singular kisses, another always follows.

"Wow." Iris's voice causes me to pull away. "In the gym? That's so naughty." She shakes her head.

I let out a breath standing up, I can't even deny what was happening. "What do you want?" Ezra rolls his eyes.

"We all want to hang out, it's our last night all together." Iris speaks. I hate that reminder, three weeks went by fast.

I learned more about Ezra, now I hate the thought of leaving more than ever.