JD's flight landed in two hours and Aiden volunteered to go to the airport to pick him, Anna, and baby Kurt up. Ezra reassured Aiden that he would keep an eye on the Davis girls while he was gone. Aiden didn't even protest to Ezra staying here with us while he was gone.

Before Aiden left, my Mom went upstairs and locked herself in her room. I asked her if she wanted company, she said she needed to be alone for a while. She cried for a long time before she fell asleep. Jessa fell asleep in my arms not long after and I placed her in my bed for the night. I was surprised Ezra still decided to stay even though Jessa and my Mom were both sleeping. 

The house was too quiet again.

Ezra and I barely spoke since the kiss in the kitchen. There was a heavy thickness between us and neither of us could seem to find any words. I grabbed a pillow and some blankets for Ezra in case he wanted to sleep on the couch.  When I handed them to him, his fingertips lingered on mine and I almost ran out of the room crying.

"I'm going to bed.  Goodnight, Ezra."  I called out as I ran off in a hurry to my room. 

I locked the door behind me and wiped my eyes. Pulling out a tank top and some sleep shorts, I quickly changed and I tried to lay in bed with Jessa.  I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep and finally gave up. My eyes wouldn't even close, even though my body was exhausted. I kissed Jessa's forehead and quietly climbed out of bed to go get a glass of water from the kitchen.

Ezra must have had the same idea because he was walking into the kitchen and stopped when he saw me standing at the top of the stairs. He studied me silently as I began to walk back down towards him.

"Can't sleep?"  He asked softly.

I shook my head no and walked past him towards the kitchen.  He followed me in and sat down at the island while I was grabbing a glass out of the cupboard.  I filled the cup at the water dispenser on the fridge and pressed the cup to my lips.  He sat there in silence and twiddled his thumbs without looking up. The silence was deafening and awkward.  I didn't know what to say to him, I was thankful he was here, but it was still a little confusing.

"Do you want to talk?" He asked.

"Not really."  I said honestly.  The last thing I needed was to be reminded that my Dad was gone.  

"Want to watch some tv?" He suggested.

"Uh, sure."  I said awkwardly.

I walked past him to go into the living room, and he got up to follow me. I sat down on one side of the couch, and he sat on the other, making sure to keep the distance between us. The remote was near his leg and I reached over to grab it. His body stiffened when I leaned over towards him and my hand accidentally brushed against his leg.

"I'm sorry." I said, sitting back up quickly.

"It's ok." He said, clearing his throat and repositioning himself.

I laid back against the couch cushion and started flipping through the channels. It was so late that we were pretty much left with nothing but infomercials. I found one about food and sat the remote down on my lap. I looked down and Ezra's long fingers had inched close to my thigh. My body ached for it to brush against me. I needed the human contact.

A few more minutes passed and I felt him shift again.  When I looked over, he had leaned his long torso more towards the middle of the couch. He was getting more comfortable; that was all that was. 

"I can't watch this anymore."  He grumbled.

He slid over again and grabbed the remote off my lap and brushed his fingers between my legs. I closed my eyes when his hand lingered a little too long on my skin.  I had to fight back the moan that was on the tip of my tongue.

"Sorry." He said, looking at me as he watched my reaction.  My heart was racing and my breathing was erratic.

"Fine... it's fine." I fought to catch my breath.

He turned back to the tv and started flipping through the channels to find something a little more interesting to keep our attention.  He stopped his relentless channel changing when he settled on some movie and decided it would do. 

After a few more minutes, the girl on the screen was crying as the male lead pulled her into his arms and told her every thing she had meant to him.  This time I was the one shifting uncomfortably, watching the closeness between the characters. They began kissing, which turned into them heading to the bedroom. They started pulling off each other's clothes until they were both on the bed, rolling naked with well-placed props to block the nudity.

Ezra cleared his throat and shifted.

"I know, not very realistic." I said, rolling my eyes while secretly trying not to let the racy scene get to me.

"Not at all." He said with his voice breaking at the end. 

I was shivering as my body decided to turn my brain off.  I was watching an explicit sex scene in a dark room with my ex, whatever he was. 

"You must be cold, here." He reached over top of me to grab the blanket that was bunched up on my other side. 

I bit my lip and looked at him. My head was still firmly pressed against the couch cushion. He was staring back at me; flames flickered in his icy blue eyes.

Ezra shifted his body closer to mine. His hand went to my cheek and he gently caressed it until I closed my eyes.  My body was relieved when his callused fingertips came in contact with my skin.  I opened my eyes as he watched my reaction nervously.  Ezra looked like he had a war waging inside of him.

"It's getting late."  I said breathlessly.

"It is." He said, running his thumbpad over my lips. 

"Ezra, I think I should go back upstairs." I said, knowing that was the last thing my body wanted to do.

"No. Stay with me." He whispered into my mouth.

"He shifted and moved in; his lips brushed softly against mine. The sweet sensation spread throughout my body. He parted my lips with his and sighed when I kissed him back. My tongue found his and I traced the lines which began pulling us both down deeper.

Ezra started shifting me back and I let him.  He was now leaning directly over top of me without touching anything but my lips.  He pulled away from my mouth and watched my face as he ran his hand lightly over the inside of my thigh. My body was trembling for him.

"Are you sure you want to do this, my beautiful girl?" He asked me.

"Please."  I whimpered.

I wanted this more than anything, even if it was a lie just for tonight. In the morning, he would choose to go back to Jenna and we would leave this behind us. I felt like such a bad person for doing this; no amount of agony justified what we were about to do. He told me I was strong earlier tonight, but I was not strong.   If I were, then I would never let him do this to himself tonight. I would stop him before he ruined the life he had worked so hard to build. 

He leaned back down, kissing my neck, tracing my jawline. A small noise escaped my lips with every lick and nip his mouth made against me. He brushed himself against me and I could feel how much he wanted me. I almost lost myself with a single motion from him. I moaned his name and he pulled his mouth away from me, leaving me starving for him. His gaze met mine as he rubbed himself against me in slow torturous movements. My eyes rolled back into my head from the pleasure. This was what I needed to forget about everything. I needed him tonight.

He raised up to pull his shirt over his head and I ran my hands over the music notes that were calling to me.  His body was still the picture of perfection even after all this time.  He pressed himself back into me, making sure to line himself up so I could feel him in the perfect spot.

"I want you so bad it hurts."  Ezra moaned into my mouth.

He continued moving against me in a slow rhythmic way. I watched where our bodies met, wishing the fabric between us would disappear. My nails were digging into his back, leaving little crescent marks in his skin. I had marked his body multiple times today and I still wanted to leave more. I was aching to feel his skin against me, to have him push himself inside me once again.

He moved his hand to my waistband and teased the skin sending goosebumps all over my body. His finger moved in slightly and he traced the skin at the bottom of my stomach.          

"I still dream about how good you taste. So sweet like sugar on my tongue."

"Ezra, please." I begged for him to touch me.  He needed to end my suffering.

"I missed you so much, Riley. It never stopped; it has never gone away."  He said, looking down to where his fingers were touching my skin.

Ezra began to pull my pants slowly down off my hips. He inched them down as he bent his head down to kiss my stomach.  His tongue traced the spot underneath my belly button and he looked up at me, moving lower.  I raised my hips as his fingers slid under my waistband one final time so he could see all of me again. 

Ezra jerked his head up and jumped back suddenly from me. Was he having second thoughts? My eyes flew open to search for answers and that's when I heard a tiniest little sniffle at the foot of the stairs.

"Jess, honey, what are you doing up?" He asked in a soft voice turning to look behind him. He climbed off me and walked over to the little girl crying in the doorway.

"Daddy." She said looking up at Ezra and reached her arms up, wanting him to pick her up. His face went pale and he looked at me nervously for reassurance.

I bit my lip and smiled back at him.  She was just like her Momma; she wanted to be with him tonight too.

He crossed the room to her and lifted her, bringing her close into his bare chest. He rested his head against her hair and soothed the little dark-haired beauty.  He walked back over to the couch to sit back down next to me.  Jessa closed her eyes and began to fall back asleep against him.  He looked back over at me, not sure exactly what just happened. Tears began forming in his eyes as he held our little girl in his arms.

"My Dad told me every girl needs her Daddy when we were talking about you. Three-year-olds are much smarter than anyone gives them credit for." I whispered, smiling.

I wished I had a camera with me to capture this perfect little moment. Ezra was holding our daughter in his arms like he would never let her go.  Even though I lost my Dad today, it stung a little less knowing she had found hers.  Jessa had finally gotten the Daddy she deserved.

His body relaxed and he laid back, propping himself up on his pillow with her sleeping on his chest. I started to get up to let him have the couch to sleep. Jessa would curl up next to him and stay down the rest of the night.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked quietly and raised his eyebrow.

"I'm going to go back upstairs so you can sleep. I figured I'd give you two some space." I said, biting my lip and looking down at my feet.

I would have slept with Ezra if Jessa didn't walk in, which would have complicated our situation even more.  I was ashamed of my lack of self-control around him.  I couldn't even do the right thing when I knew it was what he needed.

"I didn't tell you that you could leave." He smiled.  He used his free arm to grab mine and I was surprised when he pulled me into him and leaned down to kiss me. "I'm not finished with you yet." 

He grabbed the blanket and covered the three of us up. I was nervous, but my body sunk into his as his arm went around me and he began playing with my hair.  His hand touching me was like an instant pain reliever.  I still loved him more than I could admit.  He was a part of me.

"Your Dad was a good man and he raised an amazing daughter." Ezra said, running his hand through my hair. "Go to sleep, beautiful; you need to get some rest."

I closed my eyes and tried not to cry at his kind words.  I slowly fell under, drifting off to sleep next to the man I needed the most in the world and our incredible daughter.