Ezra gripped his hands on the counter top, staring himself in the eyes through the mirror.
'You've really done it now. There's no undo button for this one...' he thought to himself.
He broke his gaze and reached down to the collar of his shirt, pulling it to his nose. Did he smell like her? Did her makeup rub off on to his shoulder?
He opened the cabinet and ruffled through the contents. Nothing that would work for him. He should have figured, since a man didn't live here.
Ezra ran some water in the sink, splashing his face and running water through his hair. He wanted, no he needed, a shower. But stripping down in this apartment again just felt wrong.
'This was a mistake. We can't do this again,' he practiced in his head. 'We can make a clean break and never speak of this again. That's what's best.' He thought he would hold her hands at the wrist while he told her, look at her eyebrows instead of her eyes.
That's what he thought he would do.
"Ezra, you forgot your socks." She popped the door open and walked in to the bathroom with no hesitation.
"Hey, privacy?" He rose an eyebrow and put his hand on the door, trying to keep her out.
"Hey, my bathroom?" She pushed on through placing his dirty socks beside him on the counter.
"So Mr. Fitz..." she placed her lips near his ear, twirling one of his curls with her left hand. "Will I see you again tomorrow?"
"No. No you won't." He dried his hands and left the bathroom, leaving his socks.
"And you can't tell anyone you even met me today. We can't do this anymore." He hoisted his messenger bag over his shoulder.
"Aria would leave me if she ever found out."