Ezra’s P.O.V
The wedding was tomorrow. I was freaking the hell out. I do not take dates to things like this. The last two weeks have been strange…very strange and confusing. There was no going back now. We were at the hotel. We were staying here tonight and tomorrow night after the wedding. I was looking forward to seeing her in a dress tomorrow. I would enjoy that.
“Ezra, can we go out for food, please? I am so hungry.” She said coming out of the bathroom.
“Yeah sure. What do you fancy gorgeous?” I smiled.
“Italian,” she smiled, “Pasta to be exact, oh and garlic bread.” She added.
“If that is what you want.” I laughed.
She smiled widely and then reached in to kiss me softly. Hmm, I do not think I like how easily she can get me to give her what she wants. Yet somehow, I do not
