Car Time-

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At 7 o'clock that evening, I knocked twice on Ezra's apartment door. I'm wearing a dark purple lace tank top with a gold bandeau. I matched it with black skinny jeans and 5 inch heals. My outfit isn't fancy, but nicer than I usually dress for Ezra's apartment. I'm excited for him to see what I'm wearing because I love it when he tells me I look beautiful.

When Ezra doesn't answer the door, I decide to open it myself with the spare key he gave me. I walk in and call for him, but had no response. Ezra must have predicted that I would use my key because lying on his bed was a note. Scribbled in Ezra's slanted writing was a note that read:

Parking Lot.

See you soon,

Ezra

Well okay. I turned for the door and headed down the stairs.

When I see Ezra, with his back leaning against his car door, I run towards him and pull him in for a quick embrace. When we're done, he asks, "Shall we?" And I follow his gaze to the passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" I ask, confused. Usually we just spend the evening eating takeout and watching old movies in Ezra's apartment, but he did say that he had something special planned for tonight.

"If I tell you, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore, now would it?"

"Do I get a hint?"

"You will have fun. Promise"

"I'm going to hold you to that," I say and we laugh. He then opens the car door for me and makes his way behind the wheel. I have no idea where we are going, but with Ezra, I don't doubt his promise one bit.

"So how was your first day, Professor?" I ask.

"Good. Nice kids. Just a bit more intimidating because I'm not much older than them."

"Yeah, I get it. Is it better for you though? Do you enjoy teaching this grade?" I'm a bit nervous for his answer. Sometimes I feel like my Dad pushed him into getting this job, and Ezra didn't want to upset him.

"Aria, stop worrying," He soothes. "I like my students, and so far they like me too. Teaching at the college level gives me much more time to peruse other dreams of mine. Not only that, but with me teaching at Hollis, our relationship, and my job, isn't at stake."

"Your right," Ezra always knows how to comfort me.

"Good."

"So can I have another clue now?" I plead. I feel like a child, begging for answers.

"No Aria. I don't want to ruin the surprise. Just believe me. You will have fun. The suspense is crucial for the full experience," He laughs and takes my hand. He laces our fingers together. Nothing has ever felt so right.

"Crucial, you say," I joke. I'll find out where we are going soon enough.

"So how is my replacement teacher?" He asks. "Is she anything compared to Mr. Fitz?"

I explain to him all about Ella Montgomary as a teacher and he pays attention to every detail. I love it how he genuinely cares about my life. "So in answer to your question," I say. "No, no one can ever live up to the great Mr. Fitz, but she's good. She tries hard to get us all interested."

"Well good. I didn't want the class to feel like I abandoned them once I got a better offer."

"Ezra, relax. You have nothing to worry about!" I said, "Lets change the subject. No more talk about school. Agreed?"

"Agreed. Aria?"

"Yes?"

"You look very beautiful tonight."

There it was. The comment I've been waiting for all night. It's not only that I like the compliment, but also the way he says it. It sends shivers up my spine.

"Thank you, Ezra. You don't look terrible yourself." I joke with him. He actually looks really good. His hair is towel dried and he is wearing a navy polo with khaki pants. It used to be weird for me to see Ezra out of work clothes, but ever since I started spending Saturdays at his place, it looks perfectly normal.

"I think I'm going to take that as a compliment," He laughs at this and, as the traffic light turns red, turns to me from the drivers seat and leans in.

I meet him halfway and kiss him passionately. Kissing Ezra feels different than being with anyone else. Our lips fit perfectly against each other's. I try to wrap my arms around his neck, but can't because of my sitting position in the car. Ezra has no problem wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and pulling me in closer. Everything feels so right, that I melt into his body and kiss him harder.

When Ezra and I are together, the whole outer world just stops. And that isn't always a good thing. When we break apart, all the cars surrounding us are beeping and honking at us. Too bad traffic lights can't stay red forever.

Ezra looks at me and we both burst out laughing. He tries to motion an apology with his hand out the window, but fails and starts laughing again.

"How rude of them to disturb us!" He jokes while laughing.

"But Ezra, you're getting the wrong message," I say, in a very "Spencer- like" tone. "They're honking because they want us to pull over. I don't think we should disappoint them…" I say suggestively.

"I'd love to," He replies. "But, I think I had something special planned for us."

"Alright," I say in a fake disappointed voice. " Then I guess this will have to wait," I lean over and give him one long kiss and then pull away.

"I can't wait," he says.

Neither can I.

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Danni