"Ezra! What do you think you're doing?" I ask him worriedly.

"Getting dressed," He replies as he sits up and pulls his boxers on before turning back around to face me.

"Are you hungry? I'll cook breakfast."

I shake my head no before grabbing his wrist.

"No, I want to wait until you get back to make breakfast. I don't want you to rush. And besides, I already made us breakfast." I say with a smile.

He gives me a suspicious look and tilts his head to the left slightly, causing me to giggle softly.

"Well I guess I better go shower then. Do you mind getting me some clothes?"...