Chapter 2
Ezra POV
A few hours passed and I felt like I couldn't get enough of her. She lay next to me with her head up on my chest and my arm around her. My fingers fiddled in between hers. Every time I breathed her head moved up and down in rhythm with my heartbeat. Everything felt weightless now that Aria was no longer my student. Even though I never looked at her that way, it still felt…safer.
Her hair smelled of sweet vanilla. I reached my other hand around and tipped her chin up to face me. Her skin looked as radiant as ever. She looked perfect in my shirt that reached her mid-thigh with her hair tied up. She smiled with her pearly teeth and I reached down to kiss her softly on the lips. I realized that I would be happy for the rest of my life if I had her face to wake up to in the morning. Aria rotated herself so she was lying on top of me, with her cheek pressed against the top of my chest and her arms around my back. I lightly traced patterns on her arm and she began to laugh.
"What?" I asked, smiling.
"I can hear your heartbeat…it's so clear and harmonious." Aria smiled and seemed to concentrate on my heartbeat. Then she started to tap my chest in time with the beat. I suddenly grabbed her hand, and she looked up at me, slightly confused. I then wrapped her hand around the back of my neck, pulled her up closer, and our faces connected. Her lips moved at the same pace as mine. We both sat up, still connected and she straddled my lap as we continued. Unexpectedly she broke away and reached for her phone.
"Shit," Aria suddenly got up and started to get dressed.
"What's wrong?" I asked, curious why she was leaving, and not wanting her too.
"I'm sorry, Ezra, I was supposed to be at Hanna's an hour ago," She explained as she continued to get dressed. I felt bad for holding her up so I went to get her bag as she got dressed. She came out of my room in a hurry and took the bag from my hands, giving me a quick peck. I grabbed her hand and spun her around.
"Please, say you'll see me soon," I begged, meaning it with sole sincerity.
"I will see you soon, I promise," she answered and gave me a more meaningful kiss that lasted a little longer, yet still had to be cut off. I watched as she threw on her jacket and rushed out the door, giving one last goodbye look, and she was gone. I knew I would see her again, most likely tomorrow, but I couldn't help but already miss her.