EIGHTY FOUR

Mila opened her eyes and she woke up in Ezra's arms. One thing is rare. In fact, she had never woken up in Ezra's arms while they were both naked. When Ezra stayed at her apartment or when she became Ezra's captive, they only slept in the same bed. But don't touch each other. And usually Ezra was gone when she opened her eyes the next day. But this time is different. She woke up still in Ezra's arms. Skin meets skin, rubbing against each other. stuck together. And so perfect. Ezra's strong arms wrapped around her back. Her head rested on Ezra's hard chest muscles. Her breath tickled Ezra's dark curly, but soft, chest hairs.

Mila moved her palms, trying to touch Ezra's solid chest. She did it very slowly, afraid to wake Ezra who was still sleeping soundly with soft snores. The skin of Ezra's chest was limp and warm. Mila could feel Ezra's regular heartbeat. Beating in rhythm with his warm breath on the top of his head. Mila smiled widely replaying her memories with Ezra last night. Ev