Ezra
I stare at him, waiting for an answer. He is the most over-opinionated person I know. Who always has to throw in his two cents worth or some unnecessary comment, and now he is speechless? He's staring at me like I grew two heads and tentacles.
“Just mark him already,” Maddox orders, becoming annoyed that he wasn’t answering.
A growl escapes me, which seems to snap him out of wherever the hell he just went. This is hard enough for me because he is a man, I am not sure if I want to kiss him again or kill him for the weird things he is stirring up within me.
“Is he alright? Has he suddenly changed his mind? Did he just get us to switch sides for no reason?” Maddox snarls, becoming anxious at the thought. “I don’t want to be gay if he doesn’t want us. This was not part of the plan, Ez
