𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚 | 18+

17

"Why did I let you pick the movie..." he grumbles, rubbing his temples, as I hover over 365 days.

"I'm not going to pick this movie, it was just there...I will never recover from this. Ever. Let me tell you, the boat scene was traumatizing." I say, going over different movies. "That Italian dude was good-looking though, I have to admit. He was ugly at first, but I got used to it...his face, I mean." I add. He laughs.

"That one." He says, pointing to a movie.

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"All I'm saying, is that peanut butter is underrated," I say, already bored of the movie he chose. I fell asleep twice already and either it's a never ending movie or I didn't sleep that long.

"I'm allergic. This shit is boring."

"I agree." I nod. He exits out of the movie and checks his phone.

"Fuck, I have to go..." he mutters, jumping up and rushing down the hallway to I'm guessing his room.

"Right now!?" I call out, so that he can hear me.

"I have to be there in half hour!" He hollers back. I grab my phone and randomly start scrolling through Instagram. I should follow more people, this gets boring. I hear Ezra as he throws stuff around and opens and closes doors, although I'm not sure what in the world he's doing. I'm curious to find out, but I won't invade his personal space. Or maybe I will. I get up and walk down the hallway, making sure he hears me in case he's naked or something and can give me a heads up. His bedroom door is open and I lean on the doorframe, watching as he buttons up a nice long sleeved white shirt, hiding his tattooed chest. He leaves the top few buttons open before grabbing a belt and looping it around his waist, securing it at the front.

"Do you always have to dress fancy for work?" I ask. He looks up with a small smile.

"I like looking professional." He shrugs. He grabs a briefcase and strides past me, his cologne crashing into me.

I follow him like a lost puppy and he goes for the front door, shoving his phone into his back pocket. He looks over at me and presses his lips together as if he were debating wether to do something or not. He mutters something under his breath that I can't hear and walks over to me. At first I think he's going to walk past me and get something he forgot, but he catches me off guard when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his body. I quickly respond by circling my arms around his waist, pressing my face against his rock hard chest. I'm not used to hugging him, I gladly will.

"Be safe, okay?" I ask, dreading the time when he'll let go of me. I feel protected in his arms, like nothing bad will happen when I'm with him.
He pulls away and I immediately feel cold.

"I will." He gives me a soft smile before turning around and walking out, shutting the front door behind him.

I sigh and slump down onto the couch. I decide on a show that I actually like and sit there for what feels like hours. I don't feel particularly comfortable staying in his house alone, but I'll get over it. I look down at my phone to see a message from Ezra.

🦶Ezra🦶: I forgot to tell you that the stuff you can sleep in is in my room on the bed, u can sleep there too if you want. If not, you can sleep wherever u want as long as it's not on the roof or some shit like that.

me: thank youuu

🦶Ezra🦶: don't do anything stupid pls

me: same goes to u

🦶Ezra🦶: I can't make any promises

me: 🧍‍♀️

🦶Ezra🦶: sry gtg, i'll be back later.