Kyla’s P.O.V
“Come on, my love; you can barely keep your eyes open.” Ezra chuckled, stroking my hair.
Ezra and I were snuggling up on his sofa watching movies.
“I am pretty tired.” I giggled.
“Then let’s get to bed.” He said, kissing me softly.
I nodded, the two of us getting up and heading to bed. I was exhausted, but tonight has been amazing. We got organised for bed, slipping under the covers. Ezra rolled onto his side, and I did the same, so we’re facing each other. He reached in, stroking my cheek. I closed my eyes, moving into his touch.
“I want to ask you something,” Ezra said, getting nervous again.
“Why do you always get as nervous when you need to ask or tell me something baby boy? You can talk to me about anything.” I said, playing with his hair.
“I know, sorry.
