A/N: Sorry to keep ya'll waiting. I have been kind of sick lately and super busy. I'm also sort of hitting a writer's block. So just be patient with me here! Thank you to all the lovely reviews I've been getting, I love hearing about what you guys think is going to happen.

Onto more serious matters, this week's episode (Blind Dates) had absolutely no Ezria scenes…. WHAT IS THAT? But it was a good episode none the less.

Chapter 4

"Ezra," I said breathlessly. He smiled. I closed my eyes and opened them again. "Why the hell are you chasing me through a store banging into my heels when you could have chased after me that night? Why didn't you come after me then?" I demanded, letting emotions flow that I didn't even know I had.

"Aria, do you even know yourself? If I had gone after you, things would have been different. You would have been even angrier at me. I'm sorry. If I would've known how much that meant to you, I would have said okay. I wasn't ready though. And I'm so sorry." I apprehensively crossed the short distance between us. I could never stand seeing him sad.

"Come back to my house. We'll talk about it," I requested. He looked confused.

"Aren't your parents there?" I smiled slightly.

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'.

"Well then, I guess so." He gave in, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Come over at 6:30. I'll have dinner waiting," I said, turning to my phone to see that it was nearing 5:00 already.

"Okay. Aria, I really hope we can make everything okay again," he replied wistfully. I nodded in agreement and went on shopping.

…

When I heard the knock on the door, I sighed. I wanted to make it work. But making things work involved a lot of, well, work. And I didn't want to do all that work to end up where we were a week ago.

I sighed again and got the door. Ezra was standing there looking hotter than ever and suddenly my laziness with the relationship melted. I wanted him again. And I was willing to work to get there.

I made tacos and we ate. It was odd having him in my kitchen. Usually, we were in his kitchen and it was a bit more casual and comfortable. Tonight, however, things were strained.

I cleaned the dishes when we were finished. Ezra looked at me.

"I never did get that tour you promised me at the mixer," he said. I smiled. It would be a good time to talk.

"Okay, come with me then." I lead him upstairs and straight to my bedroom. I sat down on my bed, patting the spot next to me.

"So this is what a normal relationship looks like," Ezra declared, slipping his arms around my waist, scooting me closer.

"Yeah, and I kind of like the view," I told him sweetly. I forgot just how much I had missed him. I turned my face to look at his and saw what I had felt. This was real, it was comfortable and it was real. It was perfect.

I kissed him passionately, braiding my fingers through his hair as he pulled me closer and closer. I parted my lips slightly, teasing him and he didn't even wait for me to part my lips farther, he slammed his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hand at my zipper. I pulled away and looked at him.

"You don't want to." He stated, slightly breathless. I nodded furiously no.

"No, I thought you didn't want to though," I uttered, thinking back to the last time we were together.

"I'm ready now," he said, simultaneously unzipping my dress. "The only problem is, I don't have anything with me."

"It's okay, I'm on the pill," I said, snaking my hands down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it as I went.

"Are you sure," he nearly moaned.

"Yes," I barely said. And from there, things could only get better.

…

I woke up to the most beautiful man I had ever seen. And the best part was he was in my bed. And we had just had sex the night before. Things just kept getting better. I stretched, my joints cracking, which woke him up.

"Morning beautiful," I greeted. He looked cautious.

"Babe," he started, gaining my attention immediately.

"Yeah?" I asked, slowly drawing out the word, my eyebrows knitting themselves together.

"I hope you are on the pill." My stomach dropped through to my butt. Not again.

"Why?" I demanded, growing nervous.

"Just to be sure," he said, wiping sleep from his eyes, "because that's what you told me last night."

"Yeah I am, why would you worry about that," I asked, puzzled.

" I just want to be safe." He shrugged. I kissed him shortly on the lips and threw the covers off of us. I padded around in my room, stepping over Ezra's jeans and t-shirt and my sundress to my dresser to find a t-shirt and running shorts to put on. By the time I turned around, Ezra had his dark was jeans and t-shirt already on.

"You might want to change," he commented, eyeing my oversized tee and shorts.

"Why?" I asked for the second time in five minutes, feeling self-conscious.

"Because, we're going out for breakfast. My treat," Ezra said, smiling my oh-so-favorite boyish grin. It's the equivalent to puppy dog eyes for me. I nodded okay and went in search of something else, opting for skinny jeans and a floaty shirt. He grabbed my hand as we walked out of the house.

After we stopped at his apartment so he could pick up his wallet, we were driving to our favorite coffee spot. We both grabbed a coffee and a cinnamon roll and walked to the park to find a bench away from everyone else and, namely, their stares. It was still hard to go out without people gossiping behind our backs. We finished fairly quickly and Ezra looked up at me nervously.

"Aria, you know I love you right?" he asked. I nodded yes. "And our separation made me realize just how much I love you and just where I want to be in a year or so with you. So I wanted to know"- he stopped, getting up from the bench and knelt on his knee. He revealed a white box and opened it up for me. Tears were trickling down my face.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, hands and voice shaky. I was crying so hard that I had to focus hard to find my voice.

"Yes," I answered, my voice sounding weird. He smiled triumphantly and took the ring out and slid it on my left hand ring finger. I looked at it. It was very simple, just a large diamond set on a platinum band with a few small diamonds framing it on either side. It fit perfectly and looked like it belonged. And it did.

"Ezra, it's beautiful," I croaked out. He smiled.

"Are you sure? I mean it's not much, but it reminded me of you," I shook my head.

"It's just right," I said, kissing him.

"Good," he said triumphantly.

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