Ezekiel
Ezra sat next to me as we ate breakfast. It was an unsaid rule amongst us that we always had a seating arrangement no matter what. Therefore for as long as we were at the castle he and I would be stuck together as well.
It felt like he knew what I did in the shower as he chewed on his scrambled eggs as he stared at his glass of orange juice that was practically empty. He did not seem to notice that as he reached out for it and attempted to take a sip.
His cheeks flushed from embarrassment.
"Here," I offered as I held the jug of freshly squeezed orange juice to him. He stared at me with parted lips. It almost made me miss aim for his glass but I swiftly recovered and poured his glass full for him. "There you go."
His green eyes practically stared into my soul as he pressed his beautiful moist lips together then breathed out, "thank you."
