Ch. 2

"So, Aria, how do you feel about us taking the next step?" Ezra asked Aria as he held her delicate hand in his.

"I-I feel ready. I do. I know that this is right," Aria managed to stutter.

"Oh, really?" Ezra asked with a raised eyebrow. "You don't seem so sure of yourself, Ar."

Aria's large eyes took him in. He was perfect .His blue eyes were focused on her porcelain face, and his warm hand held her shaky one. This was what she wanted, but she was just scared of who could find out…and what "thAy" would do with it. Aria sighed and flipped her glossy dark chocolate hued hair over her slender shoulder. She looked up at her Ezra through her long and thick lashes.

"Ez, of course I am sure. I love you and I want to be with you. In every way."

Ezra grinned and quickly kissed her shiny lips before saying,

"I just don't want to rush you into anything. I want your first time to be perfect. I want our first time to be perfect."

Aria's lips pulled into a tiny smile as she took his sculpted face into her petite hands. She kissed his lips as they fell backwards. Aria lay on top of him, kissing his lips. Ezra's tongue worked its way into her mouth (something he always did, and it always drove her crazy). Aria raked her bright blue tipped finger nails through his dark hair. Ezra flipped her over, so he was on top, and continued to deeply kiss her. Aria decided it was time to take it to the next level and ripped Ezra's shirt off of his body. Ezra stopped kissing her for a moment to glance at her face with an amused expression.

"Moving pretty quickly, little A."

Aria took that as a challenge and lifted her own dress over her head to reveal a black lace tank top with a matching bra underneath. She then grabbed Ezra's belt buckle and quickly undid it to reveal navy blue checkered boxers. Ezra kissed Aria deeper than either of them thought possible as he picked her up and carried her to his bed on the other side of his miniscule apartment.

Aria woke up to the sunlight streaming through cracks in the shades, and the buzzing of her phone. She launched out of her – no, Ezra's bed – to get to her cell.

"Teachers who sleep with their students get put in a special place – jail. Don't think I won't tell! Kisses! – A"