I spent the day elated, replaying the conversations Ezra and I had. He affected me in ways I didn’t understand. He was the closest thing to a friend I had in years.
But after that kiss… everything shifted.
It was blatantly obvious to me now that everything I felt for him was attraction before. Well, after I got over the initial fear and anger toward him, but even then, I probably wanted him in a way I couldn’t describe.
It was past how beautiful he was in his imperfections, how stable he was. He was flawed, and it made me want him more. He seemed to absorb everything I said and understood me.
I couldn’t put my finger on one thing—It was a culmination of everything.
It was an entirely new feeling for me, and I reveled in it. It chased away the anger, and kept it at bay more than I coul
