/Malia’s POV/
I finally and gladly accepted the torture Ezra was putting me through with his scent lingering around my apartment, I can’t seem to concentrate with him just sitting across me at my dining corner, even his way of eating is so damn sexy. It’s just for a day, I consoled myself as I felt my n****e harden against the bralette I had under my baggy top. Thankfully I wasn’t wearing a fitted dress or he would have seen right through it. How could someone have so much effect on someone, I wondered watching as he energetically devoured his breakfast, he raised his hands to his mouth to retain his belch, not that he didn’t make the worst display of it last night.
“Thanks for the food” He smiled, I noticed something about Ezra though, even when he was down, he still had a smile on his
