Ezra’s POV
FUCK. s**t. f**k.
That wasn’t how that was supposed to go. When I asked him to come over, we were meant to have an adult conversation as to why this couldn’t happen. I needed him to understand, that as much as I liked him, and he liked me, our circumstances prohibited it from continuing.
I was going to be honest, he deserved that, I was going to tell him how I felt, even if it made it harder, I thought if I did that, he wouldn’t feel like this was about who he was. Because this was about professional boundaries, and nothing more.
He didn’t deserve to feel lost or confused because of me. He had battled with himself about who he was and what he was, for long and hard enough, throughout his life, because of his family. I didn’t want to add to that, I wasn’t going too.
But I
