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Aiden Carter
"Thank you so much for taking me here." I will not say this enough. Ezra listens to every single thing I say.
I even forgot I mentioned wanting to go to a drive in theatre and here he goes just telling me that we're going to watch a movie the morning of.
"Don't say that nomore bebé." He takes a twizzler out of the package in my lap and takes a bite.
We had to show our ticket when driving in so I'm pretty sure he ordered them a long time ago which makes me even happier.
He just thinks of me in his free time? That's crazy.
The movie isn't starting until a few minutes so as of now we have a countdown going on screen.
"I gotta get a haircut before this interview." Ezra moves down his mirror and looks at his tapered hairline.
"Definitely." I nod making him flip it back up quickly. "Watch your pretty mouth." He grits at me.
"How do you manage to put a compliment into something so rude." I roll my eyes. He's so irking, he makes it so hard to be angry at him.
"..How do you manage to be so fucking sexy?" His eyes move up and down my body and his bottom lip goes in his mouth.
"Oh?" This is far from new. "Where is this coming from?" I ask surprised. "My mouth." He releases his lip leaving it glistening.
"Okay." I know he ain't getting smart with me. He's staring at me as I'm sitting with my arms crossed.
"Nah I just noticed you in my shorts. I like when you wear my shit." This is actually the first time I went outside in his clothes.
Usually I just sleep in them but the news about this movie were so sudden, I just went with the quickest outfit I could put on.
We won't be leaving the car anyway and he's seen me looking worse. I look horrible when I'm on my period and he doesn't even know it's my period that's making me look that bad.
I want to tell him about my vagina because the more I wait the worse his reaction will hurt. He might not even think it's weird.. who am I lying to.
"What's wrong?" Ezra is always so attentive it's scary how much he pays attention to me. "Nothing." I turn to the playing movie.
"Here." Ezra gives me a twizzler. I smile lightly and eat it. The movie goes on and with my love language being touch I find myself wanting to touch him.
To replace his hand, because I can't bring myself to reach out for him, I just use my hand and stroke my other arm with my fingertips.
I then feel Ezra's hand remove mine and continue the movement while looking at me. "Talk to me." He whispers.
