Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 98

EZRA

I set an alarm to wake up before Rachel does because I know she likes to wake up early to start the day and waste the day to sleep, she says people who waste the day to do that are lazy people. I'm a perfectionist for sleeping late, it's due to staying up until four writing in my journals. The journals I hope can hide forever so she doesn't read them. If she does, she will never forgive. I mean she has forgiven me for many things like the bet that I regret everything but would never forgive me for that journal.

Luckily last night, I turned off the multiple alarm clock she always sets before going to bed. I never understood the reason; I needed it with no sleep look and bloodshot eyes, pretending she's awake. I have seen many bloodshot looks and eyes underneath the rink weed or alcohol. But it's the look I don't recognize or see on her. I can tell that she wanted to tell me something but decided to push aside the second she saw me crawling in an all like a scared crab.

I love her caring heart amping other things I love about her but I have a love and hate relationship about her pushing things aside like her feelings.

...

I came back to hotel room with the room service I ordered on the way to Dunkin Donuts. I thought we could have a nice breakfast with coffee that doesn't taste watered down like it is here or starving ourselves when talking about our shitty filled families; both of our families are just as fucked up as we are, mostly me.

I set the steaming hot coffees and bags of different donuts on the wheeling table. I went a little crazy choosing what kind to get so I probably got four kinds. Oh well,

It's called options for a simple reason. I have not eaten anything since last night at the diner with my father. I still can't believe that he had the fucking nerve to ask me if we could a relationship; the second I heard those words coming out of his mouth, it physically felt if someone was forcing a drug into my body to feel cold and numb.

I quietly go to the giant window and move the curtains to the side to put some light in the room and go back to the table but I'm blinded by Rachel's beauty. She looks so peaceful being curled up in a ball like a kitten, and the sheets covering herself. Her lips are partly up as the light hits just right. Her beauty is one of wa the reasons why I hate being such a fucked up human being for dealing her like a bet like I have in the past.

I opened the cover plates that I ordered from room service on the way back here; It's your simple food you would get at the food bar in hotel breakfast like fresh cut fruits, bacon and a big stack of waffles. I was lucky that they still had chocolate chips for Rachel. I ask for extra chips to make them more chocolate for her liking. She always gets messy when it comes to food, like slipping syrup on my shirt that she claims to be hers but I love her wearing my clothes as much I love her maing messes. She's my hot mess of a lady.

"Good morning love," I bring a plate that's filled with waffles, fresh cut fruit, and bacon. I move her hair away from her eyes and kiss her forehead, "Breakfast time," I whisper. Of course Rachel is being stubborn as rolling over to the other side and groans loud to not knowledge me. I shake my head, and slowly slide my fingers down her undies. How is she turned on this early in the morning? I begin to question when collecting all the moisture between her legs, yet I'm not complaining and a little smile appears, "Hi,"she says and rubs her sleepy eyes.

How does she look this beautiful in the morning?

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A while later, Rachel and Ezra moved the table and chairs closer to the window so we can enjoy our breakfast and so we can warm up by the heater. I didn't know that Oregan would get this fucking cold out. I hate climate change, home wasn't this half bad. The word home is like a bad taste in my mouth, worse than the plastic eggs I'm eating.

"Thank you for getting breakfast. It looks delicious," Rachel tells me and stuffs a piece of buttered toast in her mouth. I nod okay as picking at my food, and thinking about last night, not only about my time with Parker last night. Saying his first name is better than saying the owd father if you even call him that. In the same factor, I probably scared Rachel, "Are you okay? Is the food okay?".

I wipe my mouth, look at Rachel, "Yeah, I'm sorry. I blacked out," I lied.

"Ezra James. Don't lie to me, I know that you are not okay," she tells me while pushing her half empty plate aside, "Ezra James? The only person whoever calls me that is my mother but if she's mad with me," I explain and laugh of the thought of her calling me that especially the way she said it, so and yet so sexy, "Listen, I understand if you don't wanna talk but you are—"

"I saw my father last night," I blurted out in a single sentence. I feel like I can't breathe. I get up this hard chair that has a dent now, take off my shirt and joggers, "Sorry. I'm getting hot" I move away from the heater that's burning my skin though my joggers and sit on the bed. I wipe the dripping sweat off of my forehead, and start heavy breathing, then Rachel sits next to me, and starts rubbing

my back slowly, "Ugh, that feels good".

"Really?".

"Yeah, keep going," I responded.