/Ezra's POV/
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Malia in front of me, is that even possible, she was standing right in front of me. Her proportioned frame, her sparkling blue eyes...wait, she's without her contacts today, how did she get here? That thought suddenly occurred to me but I had so much going on in my mind that it suddenly didn't matter. I didn't even notice I unconsciously shifted back until she asked for my hand.
Malia hates leaving her hair free, I figured that out because every single moment I've seen her she has her raven hair up in a ponytail, or in a bun, even when we slept together, she had it all free but when I woke up by her side, she already had it tied up again, but she had a very long hair, that makes me wonder all the time if she hates her hair down, why did
