Ezra sighed as he came awake, staring at the woman sleeping beside him. Her head rested on his chest and she looked angelic. But he knew though. Appearances could be deceiving.
He'd achieved what he came here for. He'd created a distinct relationship between them. It was not a clear one, not yet, but it shouldn't take her too long to bust out the 'what are we?'
A smile appeared on his face as he remembered the night. He'd explored every inch of Helena's body with nothing left to the imagination. He'd bent her in ways that others had only fantasized about and reached places others have only dreamed of.
It had been a blast.
But that didn't mean he'd hesitate to kill her when the time came. He was a man, not a saint.
She finally stirred, blinking as she came awake. She sighed, a small smile coming on her face as she looked up, meeting his gaze.
"Morning." Ezra smiled at her.
