Hey guys! I really appreciate the reviews I got on chapter one, so here's chapter two! Same as last time- enough faves gets a new chapter! I'm sure you can guess what it will consist of. ;) Thanks again! – Jay. xox
Aria jogged up the steps to Ezra's apartment 15 minutes later, anxious at what Ezra would tell her, but excited to see him regardless- the little throbbing in her pelvis had not relented. Her fist had only made contact with the door once before he opened it, revealing several different emotions plastered on his handsome face- confusion in his eyes, worry in his grimace, and a set jaw that gave away his frustration. To top it off, his complexion was a sickly pale grey. Aria stepped in quickly and closed the door, her new-found countenance of worry nearly matching his. "Ezra, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Aria, I couldn't think of anyone else's it could be- who else is there? And it has to be mine- I mean, it wouldn't be anyone else's, would it? I know you love me, I know you wouldn't do that, but why wouldn't you tell me? Aria, you should've told me, I'd have liked to find out from you, not like this, not like-"
These words had all spilled from his lips in a nervous stutter that Aria hadn't heard since he was trying to explain to her about Malcolm. She tried to catch his eye, but he refused to look at her. She took his hands, and squeezed them gently, interrupting him.
"Ez- "she gave his hands another squeeze, and he finally allowed his eyes to rest on hers- "I don't know what you're talking about, but if you're this worried about it, I'd really like to know."
Ezra's face flushed with a fresh layer of confusion, as if she should've clearly known what he was referring too. He pulled his hand from hers and reached into his back pocket. "Aria, I…" he pulled from behind him a small white stick, with two light blue lines across the digital screen that sat in the middle of it. "I found this… in my bathroom. I was cleaning up for Malcolm's visit tomorrow… Aria, you're the only one who has access to this apartment regularly, it had to be yours… it is yours, isn't it? Or… ours?" he finished uncertainly.
Aria was unable to speak, unable to comprehend what he had just said. She gazed at the pregnancy test in his hands. The two lines glared back at her. It wasn't hers- it definitely wasn't hers. She had never even taken a pregnancy test. But leave it at Ezra's apartment, where he could so easily find it? She would never dream of doing that. Finally, she found the words she had been searching for through her haze of surprise and confusion.
"Ezra, that is not mine." Her voice was squeakier than she expected- why was she so distraught, when she undoubtedly knew that she was not the pregnant one?
The reason for her feelings hit her like a wave- another girl had been in his apartment. Another pregnant girl. In his apartment. In their sacred ground…
She didn't register that Ezra's face had changed from his mish-mash of negativity to a sheer expression of relief until he had wrapped her in a tight hug. She snapped out of her jealous fog as her head fell into its usual place against his neck. She sighed and hugged him back.
"Oh, Ar-" the sound of her nickname filled her with relief, for she knew that he was now back to normal- "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I could've thought it was yours… I mean, we're so careful…" He stroked her hair softly and held her tighter. She ignored the tug in her abdomen- could she not have one romantic moment without her stupid teenage sex drive interrupting?
"Of course we are, of course," she assured him truthfully. The birth control she took daily was not for nothing, and recently, his condom stockpile had certainly been given a dent. "But I don't blame you, Ez… who else could have put it there?" she tried to coat her voice with innocence, but she truthfully was aching to know the answer. Some other girl- some other sexually active girl- had been in his apartment and planted that test where he could find it, and she needed to know who.
To her dismay, however, Ezra only replied "I don't know, Ar… but we'll figure it out. I'm just glad it's not you." He paused for a moment before adding, "Thank God it's not you," and he pressed his lips to hers.
Aria's jealousy was pushed from her mind when his lips met hers, and passionate lust took its place. Her arms, which had already been wrapped around his neck, tightened their hold. Ezra's arms, however, loosened to slide down her body and grip her ass. He lifted her up and pressed her back into the door that they had been standing in front of through their entire encounter. Their lips had not broken from each other's through this transition. Aria's tongue now begged for entrance at his lips, and he obliged, allowing their mouths to fully intertwine, as if mimicking the couple's embrace. Aria's hands tangled through the short curls of his hair, and her hips pressed closer to his, a deep groan issuing from his lips in response. Ezra carefully pulled his lips away just enough to mumble slurred words against Aria's rosy pout.
"Let's take this to the bed, beautiful."
He then lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him instinctively, and carried her to his bed, their lips never coming unlocked.
