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I nod eagerly, almost having forgotten about them. I climb off of him and leave the hot tub.

"Come on, asshole!" I jump around on my tippy-toes, immediately feeling like an icicle.

"I'm working on it, shithead!" He responds, getting out of the hut tub.

Suddenly, I can't take it anymore and I bolt towards the house, since i forgot to bring a towel and i'm dripping water from head to toe.

I hear a pair of footsteps nearing me, and suddenly two muscular arms grab me and fling me over a shoulder.

"Ezra!" I laugh, holding onto his back as he walks inside, my body dangling off of his.

"Ezra you're going to get everything wet!" I whisper shout.

"I'll clean it..." he mutters, going upstairs. He reaches my room and drops me.

"Change into some clothing and meet me downstairs whenever you're ready." He whispers. I nod. I go to close the door but he stops it and walks in. He delicately takes my chin in his hand and tilts my face up, before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I love you." He pulls back and leaves the room, before I have time to respond, shutting the door behind him. I slump into the floor, not bothering to hide the big smile on my face as butterflies swarm in my belly.

I quickly change into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt and brush my knotty hair before tying it into a low bun. My curtain bangs fall onto my face as I throw on some slippers and make my way downstairs tiptoeing.

I see Ezra standing in the middle of the kitchen in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, checking something on his phone. I admire his tattoos, taking all of them in, before he senses my presence and turns around. A smirk plays on his face.

"Checking me out?" He raises a brow. I immediately flush in embarrassment.

"No..." I lie, walking to him. He chuckles softly.

"Do you know how to make brownies?" He asks. I shrug.

"Not really...but I can sort of remember a recipe my mom used to make all the time." I say. We get out all of the things necessary and set them on the counter.

"Okay..." I count them. "Butter, Sugar, Cocoa, Eggs, Flour and vanilla."

We make the most part of the brownies, he puts a bit too much sugar and decides to eat a handful of the chocolate chips he chose to add, but besides that it's all going smoothly.

"Okay, half a cup of flower. Can you do that part?" I ask, gathering all of the used utensils and placing them in the dishwasher.

"Sure."

I was so wrong to trust him.

He pours the right amount of flower into the measuring cup, but then lets it fall into the bowl, powder clouding around it, but instead of doing the next step, he grabs some flour and throws it at me. It lands on my head. I slowly turn to glare at him.

"Ezra, I swear to god." I growl. He smiles and throws more at me. I reach out and snatch the bag of flower. I grab a small handful and chuck it at him, getting powder all over his face and the front of his hair.