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Chapter 22:
Ezra POV:

Once Dad thought Clara was too preoccupied with the puzzle she had pulled out from the closet, he chose to speak to me about Aria.

"So, how do you feel around her, son?"

"It feels...well," I was trying to find words to describe being with Aria, but it was near to impossible. It was much more than wonderful or fantastic, even more than phenomenal. "I can't find the words to describe it Dad. She's perfect. It's feels...perfect. Like this is how everything is supposed to be," I said while running my hand through my hair. "Could I have gotten anymore cliche," I asked, laughing nervously.

"Big brother, you sir, are whipped," said Vera who emerged into the room with a huge smile on her face.

"Daddy? What's whipped," asked Clara looking up from her puzzle.

"Why don't you ask Auntie Vera? She was the one who said it," I said shooting a somewhat icy glance towards Vera, who gave me an even bigger taunting-like smile.

"Well Kiddo," she said lifting Clara onto her lap, "Whipped is when a man falls in love with a woman so much that he's willing to do anything for her, and gets mushy when describing their relationship."

"Does that mean your whipped for Mommy, Daddy," asked Clara. Vera snickered while I stuttered for words.

"Yes Clara," I said, blushing as I raised the small glass of Scotch my father had poured for me to my lips. If there was ever a need for a drink, it was now.

Aria POV:

Gillian broke out a wine bottle from the fridge, while I got to glasses from the designated cabinet. She poured to glasses and led me to a small alcove just below the stairs. Inside what seemed to be a small storage room, was huge. There was a bookshelf, a couch, a small refrigerator, and a television.

"This is my private room. The only other person, besides you now, is Wayne. Not even Vera knows," she said. Her last comment made both of us giggle. "I figured we could talk about you and Ezra in further detail in here; there's a lesser risk of them hearing us."
I looked away, a blush creeping up to my face. Gillian noticed.

"Don't be shy," she prompted, patting me on the leg. "All I really want to know is how it feels to be around each other."

I mulled over ways to describe our relationship, for what seemed like 10 minutes, but in reality, it was only 2. Gillian waited patiently, her hands folded in her lap. Was there really any words to describe our relationship? It was beyond perfect. I didn't think there was a word out there that could describe something beyond perfection.

"It's...," I hesitated, "more than perfect. I really can't describe it in any other way. When I saw him at the school for the first time after those 6 years, I didn't think my heart beat could go any faster," I said smiling.

Gillian and I spent another half hour in her alcove, with her telling me stories from Ezra's childhood, and even digging up a few baby and childhood albums. The picture in front of us was one of Ezra standing in front of Cinderella's Castle, in Disney World, with a pair of Mickey ears on his head.

"This was from he was 6 and we took him and Vera, who was 4, to Disney World. I had never seen a kid run so fast to a kiosk until that trip," said Gillian, laughing at some far off memory.

"What do you mean?"

"When Ezra saw those Mickey ears, he took of like lightening."

We spent a few more minutes there, each of us draining our glass of wine, until Wayne knocked on the door.

"They're getting suspicious. Maybe you guys should come out," he said poking his head through the door.

"Good idea," said Gillian who made her way from the alcove, stopping to give Wayne a kiss on the cheek. I followed out silently, only hoping that Ezra and I would be that way when we're their age.

Dinner went off without one single hitch. Soon after, Clara fell asleep on the couch in the living room.

"Maybe we should get going," said Ezra looking down at me from our current position. Clara was laying across our laps, while I was curled into his side, my head on his shoulder. "Clara, sweetie," I said brushing hair back from her forehead.
"Don't worry about it, Aria," said Wayne who came over to pick up Clara. "We have clothes here for her. She can sleepover."

"Could we say goodnight before we leave," asked Ezra. Wayne brought Clara back to us, and we silently, without waking her, said goodnight.

When Wayne came back downstairs, Ezra and I were already by the door, ready to go.

"Goodnight kids," said both Wayne and Gillian, giving us hugs. Vera had already left after dessert because she had some huge shoot tomorrow to prepare for.

"It was really nice to meet you two. Thank you for letting me into your family," I said graciously before we headed out the door.

"So, we have the entire night to ourselves," said Ezra, his eyes lighting up.

"That's right," I said leaning up to kiss him. His lips met mine, in a soft kiss, the same whisper-y type one our first kiss started out as. It soon grew passionate on his side and I leaned into him to deepen it.

His arms wound around my waist, pulling me even closer. I broke away and leaned my forehead against his.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he said, and attacked my lips with his once again. It once again grew fevered, but soon turned into a heavy kiss. I felt his mouth ask entry to mine, and I gave way. I quickly found myself pressed up against the kitchen wall, with Ezra's hands at either side of my head, trapping me in place. We broke away to catch breath, but immediately re-allowed our tongues to meet in a passion filled tango.

Ezra pulled away, but I felt his warm breath on my collarbone, and then his lips. I moaned at his touch, and his hands traveled around my body. I ducked down and captured his lips with mine once again. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his torso, as my back was pressed up against the wall.

Somehow, we managed to find ourselves up in Ezra's room. He put me down and shut the door, looking at me with a hungry glint in his eye. I was beginning to like this extremely lust filled side of him. I walked over to him in a sultry fashion and ran my hands through his hair. I kissed every spot on his face, all except his lips, just to tease him.

"Aria," he groaned before lifting me up once again, and planting his lips on mine. He carried me over to the bed, and laid on top of me. I let my hands roam underneath his shirt, and then ripping it off his chest. I felt his hands on my stomach, creating a warm and tingly sensation in my chest.

A few minutes passed, and we found ourselves stripped down, leaving me in my bra and underwear and him in his boxers. He lightly peppered my collarbone with feathery soft kisses, and I felt the want inside me grow stronger.

His lips made a trail back to mine, and I wound my arms around his neck to pull him closer, and wrapped my legs around his body to emphasize it.

"Ezra," I spoke in a low and breathy tone. I felt the growing want inside me burst in flames. He pulled away from me and sat up, his eyes shining from love and lust.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I said quickly, pulling him back down on top of me.

Ezra POV:

I woke up the next morning, with the wonderful sensation of Aria's petite body curled up against mine. It was around 7:00 and I knew her school would be starting in less than an hour. I got the phone from the nightstand and quietly made a call to say she wouldn't be coming in today. I checked my phone to see a text from Mom telling me she would be dropping Clara off at school. I quickly texted back for her to tell Clara that Mommy was home with Daddy for the day, and not to worry. I also made a quick call to the college to tell them I wouldn't be in today, and relaxed besides Aria.

I loved watching her sleep. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and her face had a look of pure innocence, despite everything she had gone through during the past 6 years. I lightly kissed her bare shoulder and she curled up closer to my side, and gave a sigh of contentment. I took her into my arms, and fell asleep with my face resting on top of her head. Have I mentioned yet that I love this woman?

I'm semi-speechless about this chapter. I'm very happy with how it turned out :D Was it steamy enough? lol

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If anyone has any ideas for the next chapter, feel free to tell me. I need something for Aria and Ezra before she goes to Hanna's for the Royal Wedding party (which will be at night...lets just say the girls couldn't stay home from work to watch it, and as you've read, Aria was much to pre-occupied to view it as well, so Hanna recorded it and all the girls [plus maybe Clara] will come over to watch it at night).

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.soprano.