A/N: This chapter is short and sweet. Have fun with it!

Sleepovers were a rare treat. Ezra didn't exactly encourage Aria to lie to her parents about her whereabouts, but he never protested when she "spent the night at Emily's" or even "went to the lake house with Spencer's family for the weekend." Nights like these were rare, and Ezra savored them. Aria's head rested on his chest, one knee draped over his thigh. They chattered mindlessly before sleep took over, drifting off in unison. Finally, the night was at peace.

When the alarm trilled the next morning, Ezra jolted awake. Aria pressed her forehead into his chest and groaned. "Five more minutes," she protested. Suddenly, as if she realized where she was and what had happened the night before, she sat up in bed.

"Hey," she said coyly. "Good morning." She leaned over for a kiss. The blankets slipped to her waist as she sat up, revealing full, pale breasts. She had to know that was a sexy sight first thing in the morning… and, no surprise there, Ezra hardened under the covers.

"Good morning. Did you sleep all right?" he asked.

"I didn't get much sleeping in, believe it or not," she replied, turning a rosy shade of pink.

"Huh, imagine that…" he played along.

She stretched and sat up straight. "Thank you for last night, really. And thank you for waiting - it was perfect," she said, a smile upturning the corners of her pink, plump lips. "Do you know how many guys my own age would have pressured me into doing that months ago?"

"Last night was amazing," Ezra admitted. "You mean the world to me; that's why I waited. I'm glad you had a good time."

"Mind if I take a shower?" she asked, cocking her head towards the bathroom.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, eyeing her bombshell body.

She smiled and rolled out of bed. "Not at all." When she stood up, her eye caught something on the sheets. A small, irregularly-shaped stain darkened the navy sheet. Aria looked down and saw a matching trickle of dried blood on her inner thigh.

"Oh my God, Ezra, I'm so sorry," she squeaked, clapping a hand to her mouth.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," he reassured her. "I was planning on doing laundry this weekend, anyway." So, I had told a bit of a lie, but it couldn't hurt. He didn't want her to be embarrassed.

"Hey, at least you know I wasn't lying about being a virgin," she joked, attempting to laugh it off.

Ezra rolled his eyes. "Like that would have mattered?" He called after her as she sauntered into the bathroom, giving him a precious view of her ass swaying side to side as she walked. There was no point in camouflaging his erection now; he followed her into the bathroom.

But would it have mattered to him? It was a point of pride that he was her first. He got to show her how it was done, he made sure she was loved and cared for and safe. Unbidden, the image of her with Jason DiLaurentis sprung to mind and he felt a flash of hot rage boil in my stomach.

"Actually, I take that back. I like having you all to myself," Ezra told her. He rested his hands on the curves of her hips and nuzzled her neck as she turned on the shower. It was a turn-on - albeit a frustrating one - to see boys her own age stare at her in class. She didn't always catch their stolen glances, but Ezra usually did.

They slipped into the shower together, taking turns under the stream of water. She lathered her hair up into a sudsy pile on top of her head and rinsed it out, allowing him to step into the stream.

"You have a hickey," she observed, pointing to a spot above his collarbone. "I wonder how it got there," she said, faking innocence, fluttering her Bambi-length lashes.

He examined her more closely, running my finger along her jaw. "You do, too. Right there," he said, touching a small one on her neck.

"Is it bad? Yours isn't so noticeable," she said.

"Eh… yours can probably be covered up with makeup, I'd guess."

Mascara dripped down her cheeks as she turned her face to the stream of water. When she turned back to face him, he wiped away the dark tracks with my thumb. Aria leaned in for a kiss. Slick with soap, she backed Ezra up against the wall of the shower; her hands roamed across his chest and down his sides. Ezra felt a jolt - one of her delicate hands was wrapped around his cock. Eyes closed, he let himself enjoy it.

When he had finished, they both rinsed off under the spray of water and climbed out of the shower. She grabbed a towel from the rack and dried her body. As she squeezed the excess water from her hair into the shower, she said, "So, did that shower make us cleaner or dirtier?"

Ezra couldn't help but laugh. "The jury's out on that one."

They padded around the apartment, dressing for the day and making coffee and breakfast. Aria did her best dabbing at their matching hickeys with the concealer she had tucked away in her purse.

"Do you want a sweater or something? So you don't look like you're wearing the same outfit as yesterday?" Ezra offered.

Aria glanced at her reflection in the mirror, appraising her simple black dress. It was an unusually plain outfit for her - wearing it twice in a row would definitely raise eyebrows from her friends.

"Yeah, that might help," she said, pulling open his bureau drawers and rummaging through the clothes. "Mind if I take this one?" She held up a blue wool sweater.

"Er… not that one. 'Fitz' is embroidered on the sleeve," he said with a grimace. That was practically like asking someone to turn him into the police. "Sorry."

"Oh, right, never mind," Aria said, dropping it back in to the drawer. "Is this one okay?" She slipped into a forest green cardigan.

"Go ahead."

It was too long on her, but she rolled up the sleeves and smiled at her reflection anyway. The Hollis crest was sewn over her heart, but that was hardly a giveaway in a town like Rosewood.

"You look cute," Ezra couldn't help but say. She did - she always did.

They left for school, Ezra in his car and Aria in his hers. It was the safe, smart choice, and besides, there was nothing wrong with Aria following Ezra's car all the way there. Every few minutes, he glanced in his rearview mirror and caught Aria smiling about something or singing along to the radio.

He pulled into the teachers' parking lot and she drove into the students' lot on the other side of the building. As Ezra walked into school and towards his classroom, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. It was a text from Aria:

Can't wait for 3rd period. xo!

The next two hours of teaching would be very long, indeed.

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