Ezekiel
Ezra's skin felt hot against mine as he slipped his hands under my shirt as I laid between his open thighs as his lips pressed passionately against mine. I propped myself up on my elbows so I did fully crush him but our chests were still against each other's.
I had no idea what I was thinking when I kissed Ezra but it seemed my body was acting on something that had been haunting my conscious on an event that had happened hours prior. Having him so close to me but being unable to touch him made me feel crazy.
Just smelling his scent that always smelt like soap, apples with a sweet musk to it, had me longing for something or someone I barely understood. It was his second week with us and there was something about him that had been lingering in my mind since the first day I met him.
