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"Ezra!" I gasped pushing him back. I didn't want to, his lips molded against mine perfectly. I heard Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard quietly from the bar as I tried to gather my thoughts.

He looked down at me then shook his head. "Oh – oh, shit, Aria! Aria I'm really sorry I didn't mean it." He ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't mean it. That hurt a bit, I won't lie. I jumped when I heard a honk.

"Aria, Tall Dude, get in the car! I'm freezing!" Hanna yelled over bright lights. Great, now I had to ride home through the Spanish inquisition.

"C'mon." I mumbled to Ezra. He looked like a baby squirrel that had just lost his nuts as he shuffled behind me.

As Hanna pulled out of the lot, she explained she brought Emily along to drive my car home. We talked a bit, but Hanna was mainly interested in Jackie's fiancé. "So, Ezra, How did you meet the Wicked Bitch of the West." Ezra glanced at me, the first time since the kiss.

"We went to high school and college together."

"Was it love at first sight?" Hanna giggled.

Ezra shifted in his seat, nibbling on his lower lip, "Not really, I mean I always thought she was pretty. She's the one who pursued me in college and we've been together since. But, uh, things aren't working out, really." I bugged my eyes at him and he made sure to keep eye contact with me. It seemed to last forever and then Hanna jolted us from our moment.

"We're, uh, here . . . so . . ." she tapped her fingers on the wheel, glancing at us from the rear view mirror. "Get out." She said abruptly and we scuffled into the freezing weather. "Thanks, Han." I whispered before shutting the door. Emily waved quickly, sprinting across the lawn, into the car with Hanna and driving off. It was below freezing but the tension between him and I heated us plenty and kept us outside the house.

"Are we going to talk about this?" I looked at him, my teeth chattering. "Because if we aren't I need to be alone to seriously think about it!" I breathed harshly.

"Honestly . . . I can't muster up anything but clichés and sappy, yet patronizing and even slightly facetious-" damn his beguiling and exemplary vernacular.

"Oh just shut up." I breathed, stomping over to him, grabbing him by the curls and crushing our lips together. It was a hundredth of a second before he responded. I didn't break until I absolutely needed the oxygen. Oh my god. It was like I had burst into flames from that mere touch. I didn't even know kisses could do that. Apparently they can. I could tell by Ezra's adorably goofy grin that he was about to lunge for another when the door creaked open. Shit, SHIT, SHIT!

"Is anyone out there?" I heard Byron's voice. Thank God! I looked around me and realized it was far too dark for anyone to see our faces or even the compromising position we were in. I wrangled away from Ezra and yelled over the windy ice cold air, "Hey dad! It's me and Ezra, we just got back from a movie. I can't find me key, haha!" I giggled nervously, mentally smacking my forehead.

"Well come in you two! We have cocoa!" Byron beckoned encouragingly. Ezra and I didn't so much as look at each other as we scurried into the warm house. I glanced at Ezra, his eyes guilty and excited at the same time, and I felt my cheeks go scarlet.

"So what did you two get up to?" Jackie said leisurely, pouring half a Splenda into her cocoa. I rolled my eyes. Only Jackie would try to shave calories off Cocoa.

"We just hung out in the city." I shrugged. I mixed myself a cup and eyed Jackie as I plopped three large spoonfuls of sugar in mine. "Ezra's quite a dancer." I winked at him, trying to ease the tension. I could tell by his flush and his grin it had worked.

Jackie's ugly snort pierced the air. "Ezra? He has three left feet, and one of them is always in his mouth!" She continued to snicker but was the only one who found it funny. Everyone else just stared at their cocoa.

"God, Jackie do you always have to be so dense?" Everyone's eyes snapped to me, but Ezra and Mike were smirking as if to say, atta girl!

"I'm going upstairs." I walked into the kitchen, hearing Jackie say something about me acting childishly and Mike telling her to sit and spin. I smiled, good ol' Mike. I poured a large mug full of the cocoa and more sugar, then grabbed a few of the Chocolate chips from Weld's Bakery down the road that mom had picked up earlier. They were Jackie's favorites. I pursed my lips and grabbed a few more, leaving only five cookies. Jackie always pigged on these, if they weren't around she LOST it. Then I jogged upstairs.

I was half way into a log for one of my short stories when there was a knock at my door. "Come in." I eyed the door. Ezra stepped in, wearing flannel pj bottoms and a loose of white v-neck. Damn.

"I just wanted to say thanks for tonight." He smiled, unsure. I just smiled a tight, quick grin. "Aria, I-"

"Please don't." I shook my head. I looked up at him, into his eyes. "Ezra I like you. A lot. Way more than I should. But right now you are with Jackie. So be with Jackie, okay?" I clicked of my laptop and leaned over to turn my lamp off. "Goodnight, Ezra." I hummed.

There was a brief silence then I heard the door close and I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of delicious breakfast foods from downstairs. I noticed it was 7:30, way too early for any Montgomery to be up and cooking on a Saturday. I shuffled into my shorts and a pajama top and trotted downstairs. I heard Ezra's voice, but he was singing.

"Well there's a rose in the fisted glove and eagle flies with the dove. And if you can't be with the one you love honey, love the one you're with. Don't be angry - don't be sad, don't sit crying over good times you've had. There's a girl right next to you and she's just waiting for something to do . . ." He had a lovely voice. And I could think of only one thing making him sing that song.

"Ezra! Could you please stop singing? I'm trying to read." I rolled my eyes at Jackie's snarky voice. I glanced into the living room to see her reading a Cosmopolitan.

I pranced into the kitchen, "I thought you sounded nice." I whispered. He smiled when he noticed my presence. "What's all this?" I pointed to the massive spread around the kitchen. There was bacon, eggs, sausage, sautéed potato wedges, a tomato dish, some Yorkshire pudding, hot cakes, waffles, donut holes (how?), French toast and even home fries. I even noticed to big dishes of what appeared to be home made cinnamon buns. It could feed an army.

He smiled to himself, "I majored in English but minored in culinary arts." He leaned closer to me and whispered, "Thought it might be a good idea to butter up the family." I laughed but deep inside me it pained, did this mean he was staying with Jackie seriously? What about her snide comments? What about his comment about things not working? What . . . what about us?

Ugh! I slapped myself for thinking that. A kiss is nothing. We both had alcohol in our systems and we were in the heat of the moment! Plus, Jackie and Ezra have been together for a little over three years. Which most likely means they've done the dirty, right? And how disgusting is that image, even thinking of a guy in that way when he's crossed the line with my sister. Even if she is just my half sister.

"Aria?" He snapped his fingers in front of me.

"Huh?" I asked irritated.

He smirked, "I asked you how you liked your bacon?" he tapped the spatula on the skillet that had several pieces if medium bacon. Oh god, how long had he been talking to me while I was on autopilot.

"Um . . . thick and crunchy." I rubbed my eyes. "I'm gonna go wash up before breakfast."

He nodded and when I was halfway up the stairs he yelled up, "Don't forget the neck massager." Followed by a dirty laugh that I couldn't help mimicking as I shut the door.

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