Aria wasn't giving in, and she certainly wasn't going to call the police. What would that cause? More drama, more danger. It would solve nothing. All it would do is put more pressure on them, put them in more trouble. Ezra didn't need that. He was trying to be strong, Aria could see that. But the sudden outburst a day prior had shown her how terrified he really was. He didn't want to lose his girlfriend, of course not. He would kill for her, do anything to make sure that she was safe.
That's what terrified Aria.
They were currently sat at different sides of the apartment, going about there own business; A few glances shared every few moments.
Aria wanted to find out who this stalker was independently, and put a stop to them before any more damage was done.
Ezra, on the other hand wanted to call the police, and get this properly looked at. It'd save an risks of people getting hurt, Aria just couldn't see that. She was so determined on being stubborn and getting it all done by herself, that she could fix this like she fixed the -A business. It's like she was trying to get herself killed.
"Are we just going to sit here and stare at each other, or are you going to tell me what's going on?" Aria suddenly blurted out, throwing her magazine down onto the bed.
"What're you talking about?" Ezra asked in a mumble, not even bothering to glance up at her. "I'm reading."
"You haven't spoken to me for the past two hours, and I have no idea what I've done wrong."
"I'm just reading."
"You're such a jerk." She muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
"Well that was uncalled for."
"Well if my boyfriend actually spoke to me, I wouldn't think like that."
He rolled his eyes, setting down his book beside the couch. "Stop being stubborn, I haven't done anything wrong, and you're just randomly being moody."
"Oh, shut up. I don't need this right now." Aria spat out, turning over in the bed to face the wall. "I have a lot going on right now, in case you haven't noticed yet." Her tone was laced with sarcasm, it was an end to the argument. She hoped it would be.
"/We/ have a lot going on right now, you mean. Us."
"No, you're not being stalked. You weren't nearly killed last week." She paused, before continuing. "You didn't almost die and end up in the hospital."
Ezra answered almost instantly, his voice rising slightly. "And who's fault is that? I didn't make you do it."
"Well if you were actually there for me then I wouldn't of felt the need to cut my wrist."
"You promised to come back and you didn't!"
"Well maybe I thought that you didn't love me. It was the only thing I could do."
"Are you seriously blaming me for this?!" Ezra yelled, raising to his feet.
"Who else would I blame for making me try to kill myself? You're the person that broke my heart." Aria felt the tears well in her eyes, her wrist beginning to itch at the memory of it. Ezra was about to snap back, when he heard the small sniffle come from his girlfriend, and he instantly shut up.
Guilty wasn't the word to describe how he felt at this point. "I didn't..." Ezra began, cutting himself off as he began towards the bed. He crawled onto it, shuffling up to lay behind Aria, pressing himself against her back. "I'm sorry..." He whispered in a gentle tone, his arm slipping around her. "I'm sorry I made you do that." Aria leaned against his chest, all of her anger flying out the window as his arms slipped around her petite frame, the gesture warming her entire body.
"I shouldn't of blamed you for what I did, I'm sorry." Neither wanted to raise their voices to more than a whisper, the almost silence being comforting to them. "I shouldn't of been so harsh earlier, you're just trying to protect me."
"I'm scared of you being hurt, that's all." She turned in his arms, raising a hand to run along his cheek. "I can't lose you again."
She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. "I'm not going anywhere. We're not being split up." She held out her pinky finger, Ezra emitting an almost inaudible laugh.
"I'm going to kiss you too, just to deal the deal." He linked his finger with her own, pressing his lips to her own.
And then it was like an instinct.
Aria was above Ezra, slipping her tongue past his lips into her mouth, pulling her thin tank top over her head to throw on the floor.
In a flash his shirt was unbuttoned, her nails raking along his toned chest to leave small red marks in her tracks.
"What're we doing?" Ezra asked suddenly, pulling back a fraction to look her in the eye.
"We're making up for lost time, nights spent awake because we were terrified. This is me fighting back." Aria said, before her lips smashed against her boyfriends, and they began again. Ezra pulled off his shirt, her hair falling to one side as she leant over him, a growl slipping through her lips as she pushed on his shoulders. Ezra snapped his teeth at her in a teasing manner, trying to switch the two round but her grip was too tight on him, it wouldn't work no matter how hard he tried. Instead; he tried a different approach, tilting his hips up to brush his growing bulge against her.
"Off." Aria did what Ezra ordered, slipping her shorts and underwear off as if it was nothing, pushing herself along his sensitive spot to cause his hips to buck slightly. "Stop teasing." Aria just rolled her eyes, every spark igniting inside of her body as she unbuckled his jeans, and yanked them down along with his boxers, allowing his large length to spring free.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this..." She trailed off, tracing patterns along his longer stomach, before lifting herself up and aligning her entrance with his length, before dropping herself down.
Ezra let out a hiss, rolling his hips to low her to absorb the feeling. He held out his hand, which she took happily.

"No holding back."

"Wouldn't dream of it"