I lied," I say still looking at his lips, he opens his eyes and gazes over at me.
"Uh oh," he whispers, not breaking eye contact. I am suddenly aware of his lingering stare. He looks at me everywhere, every inch, there was no hiding from it. His ga...
MY FEET ACHE FROM WALKING SO MUCH AND STANDING ON MY FEET AT WORK FOR HOURS. Ezra rubs them gently, as I wince as he goes over blisters and particularly sore places.
"My poor, munchkin." He rubs my legs, lovingly and I almost purr. Butterflies always those damn things fluttering in my gut, making me a gooshy mess.
I should be comforting him, but he didn't want to talk about the Bentley situation, he was fine enough for now.
He wanted me to distract him, at least that's what he said on the phone call before driving over here.
I remember a time, not too long ago, when him referring to me as a distraction made me boil, now I was happy to be one.
"Munchkin?" I ask. "Like the little people?" I can't help my laughter, he wraps his arms around either side of me, warm and strong and smelling the way he always does.
He presses my nose, then squeezes my cheeks. "You're just so cute and adorable...like a munchkin." he says.
"Like the donut holes, I just want to eat you." He leans in to bite my cheek, making me flutter in my belly.
"You don't like being called that?" He asks, in my ear, quietly.
"No—it's just you never called me that before." I fiddle in my curls, nervous.
Would the sparkle in my tummy and the pounding of my heart ever go away around him? Would that glittery look in my eyes still flash and dance when I looked at him? Would my cheeks still heat like an oven from blushing like a school girl?
