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"You need to wash your car..." I murmur, eyeing the mud on the once black car.

"Fair enough. You'll help me." He says, stepping in and turning the car on. The engine roars to life.

"I will?" I question, hopping in. Today is unusually warmer than the usual autumn weather, so it was in fact the perfect day to wash the car.

"Yep."

The trees outlining the highway and the buildings behind go flying past us as Ezra drives down the freeway. He turns off his exit.

"Can we get Starbucks?" I ask, noticing the Starbucks logo coming up on the right.

"We did yesterday." He says, leaving no room for argument.

"Shut up. If I'm washing your car with you, you're getting Starbucks with me." I deadpan, giving back the same energy. A smirk crawls to his lips as he turns into the parking lot and to the drive-through.

"What are you smiling at?" I narrow my eyes at him, putting on my best don't-fuck-with-me look.

"Did you tell me to shut up?" He asks, a laugh edging his voice.

"I did, yes." I cross my arms over my chest. "Get used to it." I add, looking out of the window to avoid his eyes.

"Hm." He hums, as we wait in a line of traffic.

"You have a kink for that don't you." I tease him, wiggling my eyebrows.

"What the f- wanna find out." He wiggles his eyebrows, matching my energy.

"I'll have to pass." I shoo him away with my hand and he laughs.

"Do you have car-washing soap?" I ask. "And big-ass sponges?"

"I do." He responds.

"Woah, woah, chill, I didn't ask you to marry me or anything." I say, looking over at him worriedly. It's so fun teasing him.

He glares at me as we reach the small window.

We order our drinks and drive away.

I smile, aggressively mixing my iced caramel macchiato around with the straw.

He looks over at me before laughing, mixing his around too.

"Onward." I say as we make our way back to his house.

"Is there somewhere we can wash it?" I ask.

"Yes, behind the building."

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"Are you sure this is how it's supposed to go??!!" I shout, lathering the car with lavender scented soap. The foam from the cleaner is all over me, making my shirt stick to my body and my hair stick to my face.

"Yeah!" He responds.

He's on the other side, cleaning the tires. He finishes the last tire on his side and circles around the car to do my side. When he looks at me, his eyebrows shoot up.

"Maybe not." He says, pressing is lips together, eyeing my appearance. I probably look something like Santa Claus right now.

I stand up, pinching my shirt to unstick it from my body. Ezra walks up to me and turns me to face him. I can't see much but his hands go to my face and he strokes away the soap around my eyes. I giggle and lift my sudsy hands up to his face. I trail suds on his upper lip and chin.

"Simba..." I voice, tracing a straight line on his forehead. He starts laughing and wipes the foam away.

"It's all in your hair!" He says, wiping away the mound of suds on my head.

"Shush! It's a crown!" I yell, slapping his hands away.

"M'kay. You do you." He responds, inhaling deeply.

"I will." I mutter, wiping the sponge up and down across the windows. He grabs his sponge and flicks it at me.

"I swear to God, Ezra." I warn him, pretending like he didn't just do that. It's not like my clothes are dry anyway. He snickers and wipes the roof down, or at least the spots he can reach from one side. I get the doors and he does the front and back.

"Teamwork!" I hold my hand up and he high fives it, as we look at the Range Rover that's now all white with suds.

"Now we rinse it." He walks over to the hose and turns the water on. I stand to the side as he rinses all of the soap off the car. A small smile starts to form on his face and I narrow my eyes at him.

"If you-" I'm cut off by a splash of water hitting me in the face. I fall onto my back and groan.

"Jesus Lord save me." I mutter, sitting up. Only to be met with another stream of water. He laughs and goes back to rinsing the car. I stand up and sprint over to him. He doesn't budge, he just points the water stream at me.

"Nothing...stops...me!" I gasp, putting my hands in front of my face to block the water. In theory, the pressure of the water isn't supposed to be this hard, put he's holding his thumb at the end of the hose to make the water come out faster.

He cackles evilly and I get a hold of the hose.

"HAHA!" I shout, pointing the water at him. He gasps and backs away but I don't let him off the hook just yet. I point the water at him until he's entirely soaked, front and back, his hair dangling over his eyes and blocking his view. He pushes is off of his face and glares at me. I giggle and he charges at me.

"Fuck." I squeak, bolting in the opposite direction. I circle around the car, keeping the water pointed at him.

"Come here you little shit!" He laughs. I shriek when his hand clutches my shoulder and pulls me back, causing me to fall down. He trips over my body and falls next to me. We both erupt in a fit of laughter.

"Didn't plan that out well, did you?" I laugh, pointing the water above us so that it falls down like droplets of rain.

"I fear I did not." He responds, keeping his arms over his eyes.

I never would've imagined that I'd be laying on the ground, spraying some man with a hose while trying to wash his car.

"I feel like a clam." I say, getting up to turn the water off. The car is squeaky clean already.

"You are a clam." He says and he's already right in front of me, passing by me to grab the keys. He hooks the house keys off and throws them at me.

"Go inside and get changed, I'll be back in a few minutes, I have to park the car." He says, entering his car.

I waltz upstairs and unlock his door, closing it behind me but leaving the key in the door outside for him to get in easier.

I walk into his room and change into the same outfit I had on last night. Do you think he'd mind if I got him a cat? This place would be better with a cat. I should make him something to eat, hopefully without setting the whole building on fire.

I hear the front door creak open and close shortly after.

"I'm in here!" I shout from his room. He doesn't answer so I open the door and skip down the hallway, humming a song I recently heard.

You know the songs you hear once but that stick in your head for years and even the slightest thing trigger your memory for it? Yeah, I have a feeling that's what this one's gonna be.

I'm already planning what to make Ezra when I walk into the living room and gasp, my heart kicking up a notch.

In the center of the room, stands a man dressed in black from head to toe, a gun in his hand.

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Hola dear readers. How ru liking the book so far? Or maybe disliking idek. Anywho I have seven tests tomorrow and the day after so yeah life's great. On the plus side, I ordered a bunch of  stuff from Shein so I'm excited for that. Hope ur doing great!
Stay safe<3 (don't leave the keys in the door😃🤚)
-S