Amelia
“s**t,” Ezra mutters and covers his face with the back of his hand. With a loud groan, he rolls out of bed and saunters to the closet. “Your bag is right there,” He points as he opens the closet.
I get out of bed and walk over to my bag. I dig through, wondering what I should wear. I only brought a few things, so I settled on my grey sweatpants and an Aerosmith t-shirt I took from Jonathan. I run a brush through my hair.
“Ezra,” Willow shouts through the door.
“We are coming,” Ezra shouts back. He is wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white linen shirt. I can’t help but admire him as he takes my hand and pulls me towards the door.
Willow is leaning against the wall, holding my dog. Chico yips and wiggles, trying to get to me. I take him from Willow. “Hi, buddy,” I coo as Chic
