Amelia
Ezra kisses me, and my body shudders from the pleasure. I do not see him as just my friend, but I still don’t know how I feel. But for now, I am going to let passion take over.
“What are you thinking about?” Ezra whispers as he pulls back from the kiss.
Those grey eyes seem to stare deep into my soul. I see all of the love he feels for me, and I wish I felt the same. He strokes my cheek, and I shudder.
“I am just thinking,” I mutter.
He brushes my lips with his again, “Quit thinking so much.”
I laugh, “I don’t know how to do that.”
“Mmm,” Ezra pulls back a little more.
We sit silently on the couch for a few minutes. Chico whimpers, and I pick him up again and pet him. Part of me is waiting for the inevitable phone call from my mother. I know she is going to have a millio
