Chapter One: Brother Ezra
I used to think Ezra was pure.
The kind of guy who brought his Bible to lunch and actually read it. He’d blush when girls flirted with him, always saying he was “waiting for the right one.” No rumors. No scandals. No drama. Just those soft brown eyes, parted lips, and a voice like honey when he sang worship songs at the front of the church.
I made him my role model and my crush.
Until tonight.
I never expected to get stuck in a room with Ezra.
And definitely not like this.
It started as a youth group clean-up day. Folding chairs, stacked Bibles, leftover snacks in Styrofoam plates. He offered to help carry the last set of hymn books to the back storage room. I said sure—mostly because it meant a few more minutes around him.
Ezra always smelled like freshly
