Do You Remember?

Chapter Five

Ezra's POV- 

I stand still and watch as she drives away. I can only imagine what the smile on my face looks like. My cheeks are already aching but its a good kind of ache. I run my fingers down my face and through my hair. 

Wow. I can't believe this night. 

I run to my truck and get inside before starting the engine. I grip the steering wheel tight and just continue to smile. Biting down on my lip, I tap my hands on the wheel and begin to drive off. 

The moment I get home, I grab my phone and sigh loudly before running my hands through my hair multiple times. There is over a dozen calls from Anya and just as equal voicemails. I don't check them, instead delete them. I already know what they say so what is even the point in checking them. 

I jump back on my old bed and rest my arms behind my head. I can't even speak to her right now. Having been so happy and in a trance, I didn't even stop to think about her and what I was doing. I was so caught up. I groan loudly and rethink the actions of tonight.

I was so close to kissing her... I was so close, but I wanted to. I wanted to so bad and I know she did. That damn look in her eyes. I remember it so well. Just a few more seconds and I.. I could have.. I don't even know what I'm doing. 

But it's a good thing. I can't cheat on Anya. I already feel a pang of guilt but I can't even focus on her right now. All I can think about is her. Her eyes, her smile, her hair, her smell, her everything. 

I close my eyes and visualize her. I smile again, bringing back the ache to my cheeks. I laugh a little and rethink everything slowly. 

The feel of her hand holding mine tightly and the way she held on to me when I hugged her. There is no denying that her body has changed and there is no denying the attraction I had towards her. Fuck man, it's still there. I want to touch her, I want to feel her. 

I shouldn't have these thoughts, and I shouldn't even allow myself to think this way. I love Anya. I'm suppose to marry Anya. 

There is a knock on my door and before I get a chance to allow whoever it is in, it opens and my mother peeks her head through the crack.

"Ezra?" She asks.

"Yeah? Hey mom." I say softly. She smiles and enters, coming to sit at the end of my bed. I sit up and face her, waiting for her to talk.

"How was your day?" She asks. I raise a brow and smile down at my lap. I know what she is wanting to ask so with a roll of my hand, I motion for her to ask.

"Okay," She laughs. "Where have you been? I thought you were suppose to be coming home to spend time with family. And why are your clothes wet?" She finishes.

"Um.. I saw Ella today," I pause to gouge her expression. A surprised expression replaces her worried smile. "Well, actually yesterday. Today we caught up and I don't know. Today was good. What about you and dad?" I ask. 

"I thought she moved away?" She says, ignoring my question about her and dad. I furrow my brows, looking at her weirdly.

"How do you know that?" I question slowly. She raises her brows at my question, obviously not expecting me to ask that.

"Umm, I think I heard it from somewhere. Maybe a colleague of mine." She says. I choose to let it go and just smile, reliving the memories made today. "So what did you two do? What about Anya?"

"We uhh, we just hung out. Grabbed some lunch and talked about how we were doing. Anya called today. She is doing fine." I lie at the end. I haven't spoken to Anya since this morning and I don't plan on talking to her till tomorrow morning. I hate to say this but I don't want her to bring my mood down with her constant questioning.