Ezra stroked my face as we went toward each other for a passionate kiss. The tables around us clapped and the check was on the house. It was a magically unexplainable night. We laughed and talked about our future together. Trying to keep the mood light we didn't talk about the teacher student thing or my dad. We just talked about how we were going to wait until I was out of college to actually have the wedding and how amazing it was going to be. In that moment I didn't have a care in the world, just Ezra. We were soulmates, we made it together this far so why not any further? It was so wrong but felt so right.

"So, do you like the ring?" He gazed into my eyes with his natural smirk.

"Is that even a question? Ezra I love it!" I was more than ecstatic, in four years I was going to be Mrs. Fitzgerald.

"I just feel bad I guess that we have to wait. I really wish we could just get married right now, just go and get married like normal couples." He wasn't angry with me or aggravated for himself, he was aggrivated for me.

"But Ezra, we aren't a normal couple. We can't just go and get married because of the obvious reasons but I don't care." And I truly didn't he was perfect enough, I was willing to wait.

"I love you so much Aria."

"I love you too." We kissed across the table.

"So, what are we going to do about your friends?" Now to the tough questions.

"Would you be ok with me telling them after graduating? I wouldn't dare tell them before." He bit his lip in that incredible way that sent chills down my spine.

"Sure. But you need to understand how important it is to my job that no one knows about this. I asked you to marry me because I trust you and care about you and love you." He continued to look down.

"Ezra I trust you and care about you and love you more than you can imagine. I would never tell my friends this and jeopardize what we have." I smiled at him, I didn't want him to be worried tonight about anything.

"This is why I'm willing to take this risk." He grabbed my hand. "Let's go." I didn't want the night to end.

"Do we have to?" I laughed as I reluctantly stood up.

"Now we can go back to our apartment."

"I like the sound of that." He locked his hand in mine as we walked out. I couldn't wait to get home. I was engaged, Ezra Fitz was my fiance, and I was seventeen years old. We both agreed I could tell my mom since she had a soft spot for Ezra and would obviously not tell my dad. Ezra took a risky step, practically illegal, but it was right. We got back to the apartment and didn't speak for three hours, we just lay there on his couch looking at each other and kissing every once in a while. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald, four years seemed so far away.

"What about now?" I stroked his chin as my mind wandered.

He was confused, "Now what?"

"Getting married now." My fingers went through his curly, dark hair.

"Aria," He laughed a little at my wild imagination. "did you sneak wine at the restaurant?" I fell into his muscular chest.

"No, really like you said I don't ever want to lose you." My imagination kept drifting further away from reality.

"It's illegal Aria, I thought we were avoiding this stuff tonight." I didn't want to upset him but my emotions were running high.

"I turn eighteen in two months, then it will be legal, we go to court and then have a formal ceremony when I'm out of college..." Drifting further and further away.

"Stop, not tonight ok? Let's just enjoy right now." He pulled me in closer as if to bring me back to reality, and I came back.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking," He cut me off with a gentle kiss as if to forgive me. I called my mom to tell her about the engagement and she wasn't happy but she wasn't mad. I told her about waiting until I was out of college which made her more comfortable. We talked for a little while and then she wanted to talk to Ezra. I heard bits and pieces of her telling him to take good care of me and do not involve my dad in any way and that he was a great guy. I was really happy my mom approved of him, it meant the world, almost as much as knowing that my dad didn't approve. We said goodnight to my mom then continued on laying and kissing.

"Do you think my dad will come to the wedding?" I looked up into his eyes that always knew what to say.

"Maybe, I mean four years can change a lot of things." He stroked my hair down to my shoulders, massaging them ever so slightly.