When we finally separate, Ezra rests his head against my chest and breathes heavily. I run my fingers through his hair and start rubbing circles on his back.

"Are you okay?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah, I just... I just wanted to get lost in you." He murmurs, pressing his lips to my chest.

I chuckle softly, wrapping my arm around his shoulders.

"You always did get lost in me." I joke, nuzzling his cheek.

"Maybe." He agrees, giving me an amused grin.

"Although maybe this time I'll find something to keep me away from you. If only for a little longer."

A strange feeling comes over me. Not unpleasant, but...