Lucky Me

*XXVI*

Chapter Twenty-Six

After dinner, I told Ezra to hang back for a bit. He looked a bit hesitant to do so but then after a minute, he nodded.

I followed him into the living room and we sat down on the couch, facing each other.

I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful guy right in front of me. His eyebrows wrinkled with concerned and his dark blue eyes staring at me with so much intensity. He looked like he was really paying attention.

I gulped, "I'm sorry,'' I started.

"Sorry about what?''

"I kissed you and then . . . you know what happened next. And I'm also sorry about lashing out on you this morning. It's just I needed to clear my head after last night.'' I rubbed my temple.

"You seemed pretty out of it last night,''

"What happened?'' I asked. I know I'm supposed to be explaining my actions to him right now, but I needed to know what had happened to me last night.

"You were pretty drunk, you would have fallen down the stairs if I hadn't caught you. You also would have drowned if I hadn't gone in the water to get you. You owe me five bucks for ruining a perfectly good tank top. Apparently, the chlorine damaged it.'' He smirked at the last part, showing that he wasn't pissed.

I knitted my eyebrows together, "thank you.'' I tuck a strand of my light brown hair behind my ears. "I've been such a jerk to you, why even bother?''

Ezra folded his arms over his chest, "Is this why you wanted to talk to me about?''

I sighed and shook my head. Here goes nothing. "The truth is, I really enjoyed that kiss,'' when he didn't interrupt I continued. "But I couldn't go out with you.''

"May I ask why?''

I sighed again. "My past relationships have been . . . they've been hectic. My first boyfriend died,'' my breath hitches and Ezra takes my hand and squeezes it. I suddenly relax, how did he do that?"His name was Emilio, his Mom killed him. He died in a car accident.'' I continued, despite the fact that I felt like crying my soul out.

"After Emilio, I was a real mess. I couldn't eat, sleep, or even drink water. I almost failed that year of school if it hadn't been for the sympathetic teachers and my best friends.

"After a year or so I found the courage to go out with other guys and it had gone pretty well. They were bumps in the roads every now and then, but that's normal. But then, my recent last relationship had left me heartbroken. He had cheated on me with one of my friends and something in me just broke. I swore off boys after that. I was just so sick and tired of getting hurt by the men in my life, including my father, that I just couldn't be in another relationship. I don't want to get hurt again, Ezra.

"I like you, a lot and that's frightening. It's better to push you away and for none of us to get hurt then for me go through what I've already gone through. I don't think I can take that kind of pain anymore.''

I was now full-on crying and hysterically too. I hiccuped and Ezra pulled me close, hugging me tight and I felt so good. I felt calm and I felt protected as if nothing could touch me. Invincible almost.

"I'm never going to hurt you,'' he whispered. "I'm here for you, Morgan.''

I looked up at him and kiss him and he kisses me back. The kiss was filled with so much emotion and intensity that it electrified my whole body.

He climbs on top of me without breaking our kiss and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls off his shirt and I help him and stare down at his abs, running my hand down his stomach.

I lean back up and kiss him feeling like heaven. I decide to pull off my shirt too and thank God I didn't wear one of of those bras that don't cover your whole boobs. But unfortunately, it's my SpongeBob bra.

Ezra's breath hitches for a second but then he laughs. "Sexy.''

"Shut up,'' I grin and we continue kissing.

He kisses my neck and travels down until he reaches my belly button. He then stops at were my pants and unties the string.

He's about to pull off my pants when I tell him to stop and quickly sit back up. I'm breathing fast and frantically.

"I-I . . .'' what the hell was I going to say?

Ezra grins and then kisses me on the forehead. "It's okay if you're not ready, I'm not in a rush.'' he squeezes my hand.

I smile and nod, "It's just, I only had sex once and you've probably done it a bunch of times . . . I'm not as experienced as you are.''

Ezra laughs, "who do you think I've done it with?''

"Tessa,'' I suddenly say and then look away and blush.

Ezra takes my hand, "you know, nothing happened between us the other day. She was just a decoy to make you jealous.''

I frowned, "so you were using her?'' That's unacceptable.

Ezra shook his head, "she kind of volunteered. She came over, found out what happened between us and I told her I didn't feel the same way as she did. She volunteered to make you jealous, that's all that happened . . . that night.''

I gulp, "but you guys have . . .''

"Yes, Morgan, we slept with each other before. But hey,'' he cups my cheeks. "I'm into you and it's okay if you're not experienced. I'm ready when you are, okay?''

I smiled and nodded. He then leans down and kisses me and I kiss him back. When he pulls away I suddenly want him on top of me, kissing my neck and my stomach and everything else.

I sighed and leaned back against the couch. I hadn't realized how tired I was until my eyes started fluttering and I fell into a deep sleep.