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Clear: Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Samedi

I rolled into the plush comfort of a soft pillowcase, and a smile drew across my face inhaling the hint of my favorite cologne. Distant movements caused me to pick up my head and sit up. I covered myself and looked through blurred morning vision. After rubbing my eyes, my sight was clear enough to reveal a shirtless man in dark pajama bottoms. His eyes were already smiling on me as he went on folding my dress at the edge of the bed.

"Ezra," I sweetly called.

He showed his teeth. "Good morning, Ada."

"Bonjour, Ezra," I snickered.

With amusement, he watched me awkwardly laugh at myself. Remembering my weirdness, my hand covered my face to hide it. However, I realized that Ezra's grin wasn't judgemental of me, when he picked up two adhesive breast petals and put them to his chest.

He looked down at himself, struggling to get his question out with a serious face. "Could I use these instead of an undershirt?"

I broke into a great fit of chuckles, "Ezra, no!"

"You sure?" he scoffed with laughter, as he adjusted them properly.

Tears were brimming around my eyes, but I eventually got out, "If you decide to ever go backless, I will let you borrow them."

With faux relief, he sighed, "Oh, thank you."

He's so cute.

I extended an arm to him, and he didn't hesitate to give me his warmth.

So warm.

"Ma belle colombe (my beautiful dove)," he whispered into my ear, and I pulled back to look up and mentally translate.

"A dove?" I mouthed, hoping I was right.

He smiled big, nodding once.

"Wow," I blushed.

"I told you I would find a different animal. One much more fitting for Ada Young," he admitted before kissing my cheek.

His lips were nearing mine before I bobbed my head away and covered my mouth in a smile.

"My breath smells like ass," I complained through my hand.

"I don't care," he laughed, trying to pull my hand from me.

He crowbarred my grip away, but I fell back into the mattress and did my best to turn my face into the pillow.

"Oh no!" I frowned, looking at his white pillows covered in last night's makeup.

"Doesn't matter," he groaned, while playing with my matted hair.

No! I didn't sleep with my wrap! My hair probably looks like an iceberg on the lean!

Knowing that remaining makeup on my face looked like hell was the cherry on top of my instant insecurities. Feeling gross and unattractive, I turned away and picked up the pillow.

"Ada," he grumbled with dead eyes.

His proximity pushed me to shield my mouth again, "I ruined your pillows."

"Ruined?" he scoffed with a sudden smile.

He stroked the outside of my eye with his thumb and looked at the black streak of eyeliner and mascara on his finger. "I don't think you understand just how sexy it is to see half your face still on and the rest on my pillows."

*

I was more at peace as the bristles of a spare toothbrush cleaned my teeth. I was careful not to be completely disgusting and refrained from gagging when I cleaned my tongue. Ezra ventured back into the bathroom with folded towels. He placed a kiss on the back of my head before he twisted the shower head.