Ezra finally grasped what had been troubling him over these past few days.
The sensation that had been gnawing at his chest was now crystal clear — an unsettling feeling of uncertainty.
A few days ago, while having a meal with Raphael, Ezra had wanted to directly ask the man about the thing that was bothering him. Yet, for some reason, his lips had felt frozen, leaving him silently gazing at Raphael, who was seated right across from him. Raphael, sensing Ezra's gaze, arched an eyebrow and asked, 'What's wrong?' Ezra had quickly shaken his head.
The truth was, he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to ask, and his mind had gone blank.
Additionally, how could he frame his question appropriately?
There was no way he would just blurt out, 'Why did you jerk off in the bathroom after we had sex? Why did you seem to avoid me after we did it'
That would be kind of awkward.
