Double Agent

○ twenty eight ○

My leg gets yanked.

I wake with a start, gasping, gripping to the sides of the bed for dear life. Ezra drops my ankle and it falls over the edge of the bed. Absolute mortified, I put my hand on my heart, looking up at him for a minute like he's lost his whole mind.

He stands at the foot of the bed, juicy and shirtless, his sweatpants low on his hips, boxers and daisy tattoo showing, looking down at me with arms crossed, but I'm much too tired to think about how attractive that is. Instead, I'm livid.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I hiss, crawling up to the pillows and snuggling back into his covers.

"Nap's over. We have somewhere to be." He walks over to where I'm facing.

"Shhhhh," I put my hand to my lip, telling him to shut up and let me sleep.

"It's been half an hour. Get up."

"I'm convinced this bad attitude is because you simply can't take a nap as good as me."

I peer up at him. He's being backlit by the blue LEDs that line his room and make the place a little too comfortable for six pm in the afternoon, especially with the AC blaring and the black curtains drawn.

"I don't waste my day with naps."

"You should try it."

I tug on his hand, urging him to join me, the blanket open so there's a space for him.

He shakes his head, instead tugging me up and towards him. I drop all my body weight backwards so that I lean back and he has no choice but to lean forward to put me down on my back safely.

"Chill out for twenty minutes of your life. We're going to have a late night later anyway."

An internationally renowned M16 summit is being held in Singapore later today. Ezra has been going around booking the private planes and the hotels and everything boring.

Reluctantly, he crawls into bed with me and I curl over into foetus pose next to him, but not touching him. One of his arms slides to the back of his head, staring at the ceiling.

Recently he's decided for the both of us that I will simply just be sleeping in his bed every night, but we've never reached an actual agreement. We fall asleep on separate sides, but wake up tangled in each other.

After a while, he mutters, "Why the fuck are you so far away?"

I barely have time to react before he's turning and grabbing one of my thighs, sliding me closer to him and slinging my leg over his hips. His face tucks into my neck and he inhales deeply, eyes fluttering.

"I always want to be touching you. Fucking everywhere, all the time." His lips move against my neck.

My cheeks heat, and I stay shock still as his breaths glide past my collarbone.

He's out like a light.

—

"May I take that for you, ma'am?" A porter asks when he sees me lugging my suitcase towards Ezra's private plane.

"No, it's alright, I got it," I smile, struggling to keep any ounce of my independence.

Despite my refusal he scoops in to carry my bags to the baggage compartment. I huff, hair billowing around my face amidst the airstrip. I'm about to fight for my bag back when a hand lands on my lower back and I jump from the instant warmth.

Ezra leads me to the roll-down staircase and when I've finally climbed it my mouth drops. If I were holding my bags, they'd probably drop too.

Once again, I know he's rich, but sometimes it's absolutely wild to me how he could've just purchased this plane on a random Tuesday.