"That sounds wonderful." I nod.

He takes my hand in his and leads me towards the table in the dining room. When we reach it, he plops down on one side and pats the spot beside him.

I sit down beside him and watch him begin to cut the bread, making sure not to cut himself. He puts some butter on the piece of bread and places it on my plate before taking a bit of his own piece.

I glance over at Ezra, noticing the faint blush on his cheeks. I grin teasingly and put my hand on the countertop and lean over until our faces are mere inches...