Sorry this took so long, readers. I have no excuse except for the fact that life gets busy! Here's yet another sequel to my Mr. Fitz series. This one is called I've got a Secret, Can you keep it? Thank you and PLEASE read.

My eyes eased open and rush of sheer happiness flooded over me again. I could hear Ezra's faint snoring in my ear, telling me he was still asleep. I could feel his strong arm subconsciously tighten around me as he shifted. I thought back to last night.

I've always heard that the first time is painful and awkward, but it wasn't. Ezra had made it perfect. He had been such a generous lover and been patient with me as much as I needed. There had been some stinging at first but he had made an effort to distract me from it. Not because he was so eager for it to happen, but because he knew I was.

I was so surprised by the thick, heavy wave of pleasure that had crashed over me, I hadn't known how to react at first. I half expected to scream or something but I had had no words. Any slight sounds had gone unbeknownst to me. I wasn't even sure if Ezra had been able to experience what I had, I'd been so engulf in the pleasure he had given me.

I felt his breathing change against the nape of my neck and heard him say, "Morning, Beautiful." I turned slightly to meet those gorgeous blue eyes I'd become so accustomed to. "Morning . . ." I smiled, kissing him feverishly, almost wondering if this was going to take a turn as last night has.

But my phone buzzed and I groaned loudly against his lips. "Hold that thought . . ." I smiled, reaching for my phone while Ezra's lips trailed around my neck. I moaned lightly as he began sucking. As if flipped the phone open I noticed the number was from my mom.

I smacked to back of Ezra's head to make him stop and immediately covered his mouth to muffle his yelp. "What the . . .?" he mumbled under my palm.

"Hey mom . . ." I said shakily, telling Ezra not to speak with my eyes. "What's up?"

"Aria, where are you!" my mom's voice was helpless and scared. It was then I realized I never set up an alibi.

"Mom . . . I'm so sorry! After dinner with dad I spent the night at Emily's." I lied as casually as I could. Ezra understood and kept quiet.

"Well . . . okay. But don't worry me so much Aria. Call next time. I mean you really worried me." My mom started rambling.

"Mom . . ." I soothed. "I'm not Ali. Nothing's going to happen to me." My voice cracked, bringing up my missing friend.

"I know. I love you, sweetie."

"Love you, too mom. Bye." I hung up and looked down at my phone, a tremendous amount of guilt washing over me.

"You okay." Ezra rubbed my arm lightly with his knuckle.

I looked over at him and smiled sadly, "Yeah, I'm fine. I think I should go, though."

Ezra nodded but slowly started kissing at my neck, "So . . ." he mumbled between each luscious kiss, "There's . . . no way . . . I can convince you to stay?"

I nibbled on my lower lip and snuggled down into him, "Maybe just for a little while . . ." I moaned.

Three hours later, after quasi-mastering the art of love making, I was shifting into my dress and clasping my heels. "I really do have to go now." I smiled. Ezra leaned shirtless against the counter, biting into an apple and very pleased with himself.

"Alright." He smiled. I grabbed my keys and pecked him on the cheek.

"I'll see you later." I smiled.

"I love you . . ." he said.

"I love you, too." I shut the door behind me and began walking downstairs. My phone tinged as I got in my car and I without thought flipped it up.

How was the first time, Ms. Montgomery? How do you think Teacher graded you? I wouldn't worry! I mean you got the chance to make it up 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 times right? It'd be a shame if those test scores got to your parents though, wouldn't it? Xoxo

- A

I clapped the phone shut and put my hand to my mouth as my lip quivered. How could A be so awful. To do this to us? To invade one of the most private things in my life and make a teasing threat out of it. And how had she\he\it even known? But then I guess, A knows everything. I leaned my head against the glass and breathed in and out slowly. Sometimes I felt like A only wanted me to torture.

My phone buzzed again and I fought answering it. But the second time it did I knew it was a call and that A would never do anything that could disclose any form of identity.

It was Hanna. "Where are you?" she demanded.

"Driving . . ." I said.

"You need to get over here, now Aria." She hung up before I could ask why so I quickly turned the engine on and maneuvered towards Hanna's house.

As I pulled up I saw the three of them sitting outside of her house with worried looks on their face. "What's going on?" I sighed.

Hanna stepped up and handed me a folder. I questionably looked at them but opened it. Inside were pictures.

"They're from A." Spencer said.

There were six pictures in the folder. The first was of Spencer with a boy kissing in her room. I looked up at her and she swallowed. "My sister's new boyfriend."

The next was Hanna crying hysterically in her room outside of her bathroom door. Tears were currently threatening her eyes as she said, "I've been under a lot of stress lately and I . . . I threw up again."

"Oh Hanna . . ." I mumbled.

"Just keep going . . ." she said, squeezing her eyes shut.

I swallowed hard and kept flipping. I saw Emily and an unknown girl kissing in her sedan. "If my parents saw this . . . it would kill them." She sighed, visibly shaking.

I braced myself for what my picture would be, but it was worse than I could have imagined. My picture was of Ezra on top of me. My legs were crossed over the backof his hips and I knew what this was a picture of. I covered my mouth in disbelief.

I could feel myself stop breathing and my heart cracking in rhythm with it pounding in my ears. I could feel all of the girls watching my reaction. I was thankful in a way that I didn't have to explain the seriousness. It was pure hate that pushed me to look at the next picture. It was of myself, the girls, and Ali all sitting in her house, during a sleepless sleep over.

"Ali didn't take this." I pointed thickly at the picture. "There's no way Ali is A. She can't be."

The three of them looked at each other, waiting for me to see the last picture. It was a picture of Alison. She looked unhealthy and weak. Almost as if she were barely alive. There was a small note on the upper right corner.

Look at where we are now. I'm still here, bitches. Just thought I'd remind you all of how close we are, or more how close I am to YOU. Kisses

-A