Chapter 7
Aria woke up slowly. Her whole body still felt as though the hottest fire was burning inside her. She couldn't remember much about what had happened last night. Ezra had literally fucked her thoughts away. She chuckled softly and turned in the bed hoping to feel the heat of her lover next to her. Disappointment flooded her when she realised she was in bed alone. She got up slowly, looking around for something to cover her naked body. Finding his boxers and a tee on the floor she slipped them on. There was something nice about wearing his clothes. She felt protected. Feeling silly she padded barefoot into the living room where she saw Ezra sitting, a mug of coffee in his hands, looking deep in thought.
"Ezra?" She whispered. He looked up at her. He couldn't help but smile; she really was breathtakingly beautiful. Looking deeper he saw the worry lines that tainted her face, he saw how skinny she was. She had lost a lot of weight. He looked down, he should have noticed the signs before. He should have tried to do something to help her. He should have done something!
"Good morning." He stands up and rushes over to her. He wraps her in his arms, he remembers how scared she sounded last night and he just wanted to make her feel better. He just wanted the fear he had heard to go away. She sags against him, feeling even more protected in his arms.
"I don't like waking up alone." She whispers, blinking up at him. She looks so young, so lost, so adorably cute that Ezra can't help but smile.
"Sorry, you looked so angelic and peaceful sleeping, I didn't want to wake you. You looked like you could do with a few more hours in bed." She nods slowly, leaning against him more.
"Thanks." She whispers.
"You look good in my clothes." He smiles, running a hand through her thick hair. He loved her hair, he loved running his fingers through it. He loved the way it had draped over him as she slept. He sighed, and brought his hand to her face and rubbing her cheek softly.
"Feels good." She says against his neck, her breath tickling his skin. "I need to go soon, I told my Mom I'd help her at the gallery.
"Oh." Ezra doesn't bother to hide the disappointment he's feeling. He wanted her to stay the whole day where he could keep her in his arms, make her breakfast, lunch, dinner and make sure she was okay. Make sure 'A' didn't hurt her.
"Can I come back later?" She asks. "I like...I like being here."
"I like having you here." He smiles, sucking on his bottom lip in that irresistible way she just loves.
She smiles and kisses his cheek and walks back into the bedroom. He follows her, he can't help it. She bends down and pulls her skirt on over his boxers and leaves his tee on. He smiles softly watching her. She turns her head as though she could sense him standing there and blushes. "Do you mind?"
"Course not."
She smiles, grabbing her bag from the floor she walks back over to him and kisses him with as much love and passion that she can muster. "I...I'll see you soon." She smiles and Ezra wonders if she was about to say something else.
He watches her leave and sighs, falling back on the bed. In a way he was glad she was going, right now he just needed to think. Mainly about what he was going to say to her when she got back, but mostly he was trying to prepare himself to listen to what she had to say. Because like it or not, he was going to get her to tell him everything.