In the morning, I woke up and Ezra was no longer in bed with me. I got up and went to check on him. He was sitting on the bathroom floor, shaking and soaking in his own sweat. I didn't say a word. I just moved in front of him and wrapped myself around his body. He pulled me in and rested his head on me.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him while rubbing his hair. It was matted to his head in tangled waves.

"Up and down." He said, nuzzling into my neck.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked him, hoping I could find a way to help him.

"You're doing it." He answered, holding me as tight as he could.

We sat for a while in silence until his shaking subsided a bit. His body relaxed and we just sat and breathed together.

"How about a shower?" He suggested raising his eyebrow with the rings in it.

"You are getting a bit ripe." I pinched my nose and laughed. "I washed your clothes yesterday, so they'll be ready for you when you get out."

"How about we take a shower?" He raised his eyebrow again and smiled.

"Oh, yeah. Sure, I guess." I felt a little pressure at the bottom of my stomach, but it subsided and was replaced quickly with fear.

We were moving too fast.

Two days ago, I was dead set on writing him out of my life for good. Today, we were sleeping together and I was getting ready to hop in the shower with him. I was the president of the bad decisions club. 

I unwrapped myself from him and left the bathroom long enough to shake away the nerves I was feeling. I went to check to see if Brynn made it home. I wasn't surprised to see her bed was still empty. She was so mad last night and I didn't even say anything to stop her from leaving. I wondered where she went and hoped she was being safe. Brynn was over the top sometimes, but she was still my best friend, even if she didn't feel the same way right now. I had screwed this up and needed to apologize to her for not telling her about Aiden.

I grabbed my phone off the counter and I had no missed messages from either one of them. I had ruined everything by being selfish and secretive again.

I pulled up Brynn's name and sent a message.

Me:  I know you're mad at me, but we should really talk. I am so sorry for not telling you. Please let me know you're ok.

I looked at my phone and saw she had read the message but didn't respond. I laid my phone back down with a frown on my face. She didn't want anything to do with me.

I screwed up the only friendship I had ever had and it was killing me.

I went to the hall closet and grabbed some fresh towels for us. When I got back into the bathroom, Ezra rushed to my side when he saw the look on my face.

"Hey beautiful, what's wrong?" Ezra wrapped his shirtless arms around me, pulling me closer. I laid my head on his bare chest as he gently stroked the back of it, running his fingers through my hair.

"Brynn. She is so mad at me. I don't know if she will forgive me."  I sniffled.

"Shhh, she will forgive you. You didn't do anything you guys can't come back from. You said it was just a kiss. She's your best friend and she loves you. Not as much as me, but pretty damn close." He rubbed my hair and kissed me on the shoulder.

"Ezra." I sighed, knowing I had to get the weight off my chest. He needed to find out now and make the decision if he still wanted to be with me. I should have told him last night before we were together again.  He may not feel the same way about me when he finds out. "It wasn't just a kiss."

He pulled back quickly and looked down at me in shock. "Did you sleep together?" Ezra's body was tense against me.

"No, but we messed around at the bridal shop and again when I went over to his place. We were about to go further when Mark walked in. That was the night I stayed at his house. We never did anything after that other than he kissed me at my Mom's house." I knew I had to be honest with him. 

"Mark walked in. That is the only reason you didn't sleep with him?" Ezra swallowed hard, not really wanting the answer to his question.

"I don't know Ezra, I was hurting and I wanted to feel something. Every time he kissed me, I wished he was you.  I couldn't stop thinking about you and what it would do to you if you found out.  I don't know what would have happened if Mark didn't walk in, but I'm really glad he did.  I'm sorry, but I want to be honest with you. I understand if that changes things for you, I should have told you everything last night before we... well, you know."  I looked up at him and held on for dear life.  I was scared he would leave if I let him go.

Ezra took a long, deep breath as he stared down at me.  He was trying to keep calm even though I could see the anger and hurt fighting to escape.

"Can you promise me something?" He asked, looking down at me.

"Anything."

"Please stay away from Aiden for me.  I need some time to process all this.  I'm really off balance right now and I don't trust myself. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I am finding it really hard to cope with everything."  He asked as he twisted a lock of my hair between his fingers.

I nodded and he kissed the top of my head.   

"That's my girl."

Ezra reached in the shower behind me and turned on the water, putting his hand in to test the temperature. He slid off his shorts and motioned for me to come closer to him. He began to undress me. He pulled my shirt over my head and then bent down to slide my pajama shorts down my hips. He stood up and pushed against my naked body, kissing me. I couldn't help but look at his arousal for me. It was exhilarating when he brushed it against my skin.

"Shower." I pushed him back and smiled. "We will never make it if you start this now."

"Good point." He said, pulling his mouth up in his wicked half-smile.

I pushed the curtain back and climbed in. He followed me in and wrapped his arms around me. The warm water hit my skin, stinging it and I was glad for the heat and steam. The mixture of Ezra's body on mine and the water overloaded my senses. I slid his hands off me and turned to face him. I stuck my hair under the water and raised my hands to push it back off my face. He stood back, leaning against the tile, watching the way my body moved. I loved the way he watched me.

I poured a little shampoo in my hand and started massaging it into my scalp. He didn't move his eyes off me once. When I rinsed the shampoo out, he watched the soap suds as they ran down my body, over my nipples, down my hips, and finished their trail over my thighs. He grabbed himself in response.

"It's your turn." I said, moving out of the way to let his body get under the water. He had to bend his head down to get it completely submerged.

I giggled, watching him try to get himself under the showerhead.

"What's so funny?"  He asked, smiling.

"You are way too tall for this shower."  I smiled, watching his face lighten at my amusement.

"It's not my fault you are extremely little and you could shower in the kitchen sink."  He laughed and splashed me.

"I'm not little. You're just gigantic." I stuck my lip out. 

"I love it when you talk about my dick." He played with his lip ring and looked down.  My eyes followed his and I began to blush.  I began to open my mouth and shook away what I was going to say.  It would have come out as mush with all the thoughts racing through my brain.

His hair fell in his face when he stuck his head back under the water and he took a hand to push it back. The eyebrow rings glistened next to his dark hair.  He would always light a fire within me without trying.  

I took a move from his playbook and leaned against the tile watching him. He put soap in his hand and massaged it in his hair. The bubbles dripped down onto his hard muscles. While he rinsed off, he opened his eyes and looked down at me. He was smiling and more relaxed than I had seen him since he had been back. He was absolutely magnificent.

I ran my hand down my chest and torso when I saw him watching me again. His eyes were burning as he watched my hand run over my thighs. He raised his eyebrow in surprise and I smiled back at him. I placed my leg on the edge of the tub and moved my fingers to brush them against my skin.  I let out a soft moan as my desire took over my body.

"Whatcha doing over there, beautiful?"  He asked with playful wide eyes. His mouth was hanging open and he didn't even blink as he watched me.

"Yodeling." I laughed.

"Thought so." He bit his lip ring as he stared down at me.

"You remember when I was in my car the other day?" I asked, smiling as I touched myself for him.

"Uh, yeah. When you told me you were adjusting your tank top?" He smiled at the memory. He swallowed hard when I pressed my fingers in harder and started moving faster.

"I was in my car thinking about how good it feels when you're inside me." I moaned. I bit my lip and my eyes rolled back in my head as he inched closer, wanting to touch me. His fingers grazed my skin and I opened my eyes and shook my head no.  I smacked his hand away.

"No touching. I want you to watch me. I like it when you watch me." I whispered breathlessly. 

"Fuck." He cursed as he began stroking himself.

I moaned his name as my body tightened. I pulled at my nipples and pinched them between my fingers until they were hard and swollen.  His hand moved faster and faster over himself, the more I touched my body for him.

"It feels so good, Ezra." I said, batting my eyelashes at him. "Can I come for you?"

"Do it beautiful, show me." He said, continuing to stroke himself quickening his pace.

"Mmmm... Ezra." I moaned when he gave me his permission to send myself over the edge. When I opened my eyes, I could see him getting close. Would I be a good girl for him if I didn't help him? Not a chance.

I got down on my knees in front of him and opened my mouth. His eyes were wide with excitement. I stuck my tongue out and teased at his head with my tongue ring as he continued to move his hand up and down over himself. His hard muscles tightened the second my tongue touched him.

He pulled away and I whimpered.

"Do you need it?" He said, looking down at me.

"Yes, please," I stared up at him, pouting as the water fell all around us.

"Please what?" He said with a wicked smile. I loved this dirty little game he played with me. I loved to beg for him.

"Please put your big cock in my mouth." I whined.

"Fuck, Riley." He moaned and pushed himself down my throat hard and fast. I grabbed the base of him and pulled and sucked at him. My tongue ring flicked over his vein hungrily. He reached down with one hand and pulled my hair and I moaned for him. His other hand was gripping the wall to hold himself up. I felt his body twitch and knew he was ready. With one final push, he spilled out down my throat.

He wiped my chin with his thumb and moved to pull me to my feet. He held me tightly, stealing all my breath away. We stood pressed against each other until the water started to run cold. I couldn't get enough of him holding me and loving me. I didn't want to break away from him even for a second.