31- drunk in love

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Nora Farris
Thursday, February 22, 2019
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───

chapter thirty-one: drunk in love

chapter thirty-one: drunk in love

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Nora FarrisThursday, February 22, 2019─── ・ 。゚☆: *

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Nora Farris
Thursday, February 22, 2019
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───

THE COLD DOES'NT BOTHER ME. Oh no now I really am becoming Elsa....The cold didn't bother me and the wind whipped through my bones and my dress and hair. I sat strapped into my seat eyes looking down, at the twinkling city.

The view was breathtaking, the sky was a dark murky grey, the skyline was misty, the sky was a perfect ombré from grey to white.

We reached Ezra's school way faster than i'd have liked, when the helicopter lands in the school garden, he swiftly exits the helicopter, rushing to my side to help me. He unbuckles me and his long fingers graze my torso making me shudder.

He notices, pulling my face to his gently, he was eye level to me. "Do I make you nervous?" His eyes look dark in the night, they're peering at me, making me well nervous.

I shake my head no, but avoid eye contact as he grabs my hand, and waist helping me down from the copper, my heel slips, but Ezra holds me tight, so that I don't go anywhere.

When out the helicopter, Ezra clings very close to me as we walk on the gravel stone pathway of the schools garden. What school has a garden this extravagant. The gardens flower walls divided the garden, it was maze like and had fountains and I swear I could hear a harp playing.

I did hear a harp playing, the harpist was located at the back entrance near the fountain. There were at least a dozen students dressed to the nines outside snapping photos on the stairs or near the fountain.

Ezra rested his hand on my ass, he sometimes would slide his hands up my hip or to my lower back, but it always returned. I didn't mind it, in fact I liked it, I felt like he was marking his territory, and that made me his to mark.

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