Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 120

EZRA

I slowly wake up, feeling sweaty and barely moving since Rachel sleeps on me with her arm wrapped around my waist. As much I want to get out of this bed and go to the restroom to take a quick piss, I hold it in because she looks so peaceful from neither of us not getting much sleeping; I feel like the older I get, the worst the nightmares got worse but since meeting Rachel, the nightmares have been nonexistent.

"Hi," she mumbles into my chest, lifts her head where her sleepy eyes are still trying to open, and I laugh, kiss her head, "Merry Christmas. I love you," she smiles.

"Merry Christmas. I love you more than you will ever know," I kiss her again; her hair smells like strawberries; it must be new, I'm so used to her smelling like a cinnamon bun fresh out of the shower head to toe, but I can get used to her now smelling fresh strawberries from the garden. Rachel rubbed her cold nose against my cheek, then let go of her grip, "I'm going to see if my mom is up," she pulled up her plaid shorts and walked towards the door; I followed her with the honor of watching her walking away so sexy she does but stops, "Put a shirt on," she points out.

I laughed and grabbed the black tank top from the floor, "Better?" I ask as I slip it on. Rachel runs her hands down my arms, looks at my tattoos, then at me, "Yeah." I watched her leave the room, she looked uncomfortable looking at my arms, but I understood why; her mother. Angela was possibly used to seeing clean and untouched components with Wyatt than seeing meaningless tattoos on her arms, yet the pain of the ink gun would take the pain in my back.

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As soon as we went to the living room, Angela immediately told us to sit down on her couch and grab presents for us. I feel like we were little kids again during Christmas morning receiving presents, "I hope you like them." Ezra opened the gift, "Thanks," I thanked her for the leather wallet.

"You don't like it?" Angela asks as sitting across from us with her hands in her sweater. I literally sounded like an asshole, "No, I really like it. Thank you," I thank her and place the wallet back in the box it came in. I'm not pretending this is my most nicest wallet; I have been carrying the same worn-out wallet for seven years, "I'm glad you like it, Ezra. Is that how you say your name? Or is it another spelling for Edward?".

What the actual fuck? Being mistaken for an Edward for my name is worse than being called Ezzie. I silently apologize to Skylar, "It's Ezra. Not Edward,". She laughs, placing her hands on her head, "My apologies. I'm terrible with names, always have been,".

I sign, then go towards the tree and grab some gifts for Rachel and Angela, "Here...." I hand Angela her gift, "And here," along with Rachel's. I wipe my hands on my legs with all the nervous sweat. They quickly open it and see Rachel confused a little, "Did you accidentally give me your sweater?" she lifts it up and laughs.

"It's now your sweater, and it looks better on you anyway," I commented on her, yet it was true; the last time I saw her wearing the sweater was the night I won't forgive myself among other nights, "Thank you again, I love it and did you," she sniffs the sweater and smell like my daily cologne then sneezes. It always makes her sneeze.

"Bless you, sweetheart. What's so special about the sweater?" Angela asks, "Umm, when we met, I forgot my sweater, so he gave me this."