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25 Year-Old Virgin—"I Want You To Want Me" Part 1

"Bye," I told Kensington as she walked out my front door the next morning.

"Bye, Aria. Keep me updated on your relationship with Ezra," she replied with a sly smile.

"Kensington, there is no relationship. At least not yet," I smirked.

She laughed and walked away, while calling goodbye over her shoulder. I told her goodbye one final time and shut my apartment door. I grabbed my phone and dialed Ezra's number as I took a seat on my couch. I couldn't help the rapid pick-up of speed in my heartbeat and the smile that spread across my face at the thought of hearing Ezra's voice, even if it wasn't in person.

He answered after the fourth ring, and my heart skipped a beat at his greeting. "Aria?" he answered in disbelief and I could hear the smile in his tone as well.

"Yeah, it's me," I giggled.

"God, I love that giggle."

I giggled again, "Ezra, I don't think that's something you should be saying to someone who is nothing more than a friend." And as I said those words, I was hoping for the complete opposite of friendship.

"I know, but wait! Does this mean you're willing to try and form a friendship between us?"

"Yes, it does. I've missed you too much to shut you out of my life now that I've found you again."

"Me too, Aria, me too."

I smiled in contentment.

"So listen, I'm free today, do you want to come to my apartment, so we can really catch up this time? We can order Chinese takeout and everything."

"That sounds perfect."

He sighed, "Thank god, I'll text you my address. Come over at 12:30?"

I looked the clock and it was 10:52. "Yeah, I'll see you then. Bye, Ezra."

"Okay. Bye, Aria."

I was headed to take a shower when Ezra texted me his address. This is going to be perfect, I thought to myself as I read the message.

I knocked on his door at 12:15. I knew I was fifteen minutes early, but I just couldn't stop myself—I needed to see him. When he opened the door, I was very much satisfied with the sight before me.

Ezra was fresh out of the shower with only a white towel wrapped around his lean waist. I had to bite my lip to keep a moan from escaping my mouth, and Ezra dropped the hairbrush that he was holding as he looked at me.

"Yo-You're here early," he said.

Since we were talking at his apartment I knew I had to dress casual, but I still wanted to look sexy as hell, and apparently I had succeeded. I was wearing black short-shorts that barely covered my ass, a dark blue spaghetti strap top with a deep v-neck, and strappy black sandals with my hair pulled high upon my head.

I bent over to retrieve the hairbrush Ezra had dropped, and reveled in the guttural moan that escaped his lips at the sight of my perfectly displayed breasts.

I stood and gave him his hairbrush back with a smile. "I know. I was just really excited to see my neighbor."

"What neighbor?"

"Ezra, I live in apartment 5D. I live right above you," I said with a wide smile.

"Are you serious?" He asked in obvious shock.

"Yes," I laughed.

"That's great."

"I know it is. We'll never be that far apart."

He smiled, "I need to get dressed, so just make yourself at home and I'll be right back."

"Okay," I replied as I stepped inside and as Ezra shut the door and walked off into another room.

His apartment resembled his old apartment in Rosewood, except this one was much bigger. I was currently standing in the living room which was semi-separated from the kitchen, and there was a short hallway with two doors.

I sat down on his couch. It was the same as he had in Rosewood, as was the rest of the furniture in the room. Ezra stepped back into the room as I bended over to take off my shoes. Once I sat up, he asked if I wanted anything to drink.

"Do you have any wine?" I asked sheepishly.

"Ye-yeah, I do," he replied obviously taken aback by my request for alcohol this early in the day. To be honest, if I acted in a suggestive manner, I would have alcohol to use as an excuse.

I smiled widely, "Perfect."

While I waited for Ezra, I curled my legs up underneath my body. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this conversation. I don't want Ezra to know how badly my life shattered once he left, and I don't want Ezra to tell me how happy he is with his life now.

Ezra came back and handed me a full wine glass.

"Thank you," I mumbled and then took a huge gulp.

"So, are you ready to tell me what happened once I left?"

"Ezra," I sighed.

"Aria, I need to know what happened."

I took another huge gulp of the sweet wine and a deep breath. "Ezra, once you left…"