𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚 | 18+

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I lay flat on my back, immobile, unable to find sleep, probably due to jet-lag. It's horrible, feeling exhausted but unable to fall asleep. Ezra hasn't been back since he left and it's been a few hours. The moonlight casts a ray of pale light, illuminating the white sheets that spread across my body.

I don't think I'm going to fall asleep any time soon. It won't hurt anybody to go check on Ezra, right? I got up about an hours ago to get a drink of water and saw that, outside, is a luxurious pool and hot tub. I somehow managed to spot Ezra in the middle of the hot tub, leaning back with his eyes trained on the sky. At least, that's what I think he was looking at, it was too far away to be sure.

I peek outside of the window and see him sitting in the hot tub, at the end of the yard, both his arms extended out onto the rim of the tub. His muscles are tense and even seeing him from far away has a shiver running down my spine. His hair is slightly damp as he gazes off into the night sky. I see his shoulders slump a little as he looks down.

Without giving it a second thought, because if i did I'd convince myself to stay inside, I slip on my bathing suit and I tip-toe downstairs making sure not to wake anyone. I go towards the patio and as soon as I push the screen door aside, a gust of cool air flies past my body. I look off and see Ezra still sitting in the hot tub, he hasn't noticed me yet.

Shutting the door quietly, I carefully make my way over to the hot tub. It's situated at the further edge of the back yard, a few yards after the pool.

The faint breeze brushes my hair away from my shoulders and I hiss when I step on a rock.

"God-" I say, half between a whisper and a growl, as the pain from the stab finally sets in. I grab the bottom of my left foot and jump around, trying to soothe the ache and keep my balance all at once.

"Lilah?" Ezra asks softly.

"Fucking hell," I shake my foot off and clear the distance between me and the hot tub, limping. Ezra eyes me with his grey orbs as I get into the hot tub. I sigh, the heat of the water relaxing my muscles instantly.

"Hey," he smiles. I smile back.

"Hey," I respond, let the tiny bubbles of water tickle my skin.

"Weren't you sleeping?" He asks. I look over at him. I have to squeeze my jaw together to keep me from gawking at his muscular frame. His eyes bore into mine and his disheveled looking black hair sways in the breeze.

"Jet-lag." I shrug. He nods slowly with a hum. He looks away and I take it to my advantage to eye him up and down. His stormy grey eyes, his full lips, his broad shoulders and muscular chest, his sculpted abs. The dark night behind him serve as a perfect contrast to the soft colors illuminating his body from the changing lights in the hot tub.

"Do you like it here?" He asks, breaking the silence as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"I love it. I've never been to Italy before...I like it, though. It's so pretty." I say, a smile gracing my lips. He seems to mimic my smile.

A comfortable silence dawns between us, the only sound being the gurgling of the water and the rare coo of the owls nearby. I slowly walk through the water, its resistance slowing me down and, as soon as I reach Ezra I wrap my arms around his torso. He loops and arm around me and turns so my face is pressed against his shoulder.