Ezekiel
There was not one passing second where Ezra was not popping into my mind. I felt like a man possessed and no matter how I had tried to not think about it, I feared I was obsessed.
Being with him so intimately almost brought me down to my knees. I felt like a man stranded in the desert for years and finally I had found an oasis. I greedily drank him up and it did very little to quench the thirst I had for him.
Being with a man was something completely different. It was nothing compared to a woman. It was so much better than being with a woman. I could not even view it as such because I believed the emotional attachment him and I already had to each other was a large contributing factor.
I walked out of my room dressed in shorts with a matching shirt. I tried my best to cover the hickeys on my neck with makeup I found in the makeup room in the castle. It was a bit messy at first but I believed I had done it justice.
