"Are you feeling better?" Ezra asks.

"Yeah, actually. I am." I tell him.

I carefully place both my palms against the side of Ezra's face. Ezra's hands snake their way down to my waist. Ezra leans his head against the back of the couch. Ezra closes his eyes and I slowly trace my fingers across Ezra' cheekbones. Ezra slowly opens his eyes. His eyes meet mine.

"Are you okay?" Ezra quietly asks.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm okay." I assure him.

I lean forward and I place my lips against Ezra's. Ezra quickly cups the side of my face with his hand. Ezra runs his fingers against my face.

Ezra's lips softly brush...