I stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed, and made my way to Ezekiel's room. As I stood at his door, I hesitated for a brief moment, but then I pushed my hesitation aside and knocked.
"Isabella!" His voice sounded from the other side, followed by a slight smile when he opened the door. Seeing him made my heart flutter. I pushed the door wider and saw him, fresh from the shower. His damp hair clung to his forehead, droplets still glistening on his skin.
He was only wearing loose trousers, and I couldn't help but admire how d*mn hot he looked. My eyes lingered, and I tilted my head playfully.
"Did I disturb you?" I asked, feigning politeness.
Ezekiel gave me a broad smile, his eyes twinkling.
"Really? Are you trying to be polite with me now?"
I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh. He walked toward me, his movements slow and casual, almost teasing.
"That would be very awkward," he said with a grin, touching my fingers lightly as he passed by.
I raised my gaze with a smirk, enjoying our playful banter. His touch sent a spark through me, and I couldn't resist teasing him further. "Let's go out," he said, breaking for the moment. "You haven't seen the beauty of the city yet."
I gave him a cheeky grin.
"Yes, I think I should. Otherwise, I'm only getting to see your beautiful body."
Ezekiel lowered his gaze at me, his expression unreadable, but he didn't say anything. Instead, after a brief moment, he grabbed a shirt and walked toward the door. I watched him, captivated by the way he moved, my eyes trailing after him as he descended the stairs.
After a second, I followed, my heart beating just a little faster.
Ezekiel and I spent the day exploring the city, and it was just as beautiful as him. We moved through the streets like any couple would, spending time together as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend. It would be wrong for anyone to say we weren't dating.
We returned late at night after dinner. As we walked up to the second floor, we exchanged a look. We had been intimate twice now, yet there was still this shy energy between us. Or at least, he was shy. I wasn't, but I enjoyed pretending to be, just to see how much he truly craved me.
I brushed my hair off my shoulder and smiled, looking at him. "The city is really beautiful. I enjoyed today."
Ezekiel gave a calm reply, his voice low and steady. "I'm glad you liked it."
His voice always seemed more seductive at night. I pressed my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to draw his attention. "The food was good, too."
He gave a slight smile and blinked, "Really?"
I nodded, feeling the tension between us growing, though neither of us addressed it.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to end the night with some normalcy.
"So… I'll go now." I walked to my room, my hand resting on the doorknob, looking back at him.
He just stood there, staring at me, not saying a word. I hesitated. "Good night, Ezekiel," I said softly.
He blinked but didn't respond. His silence confused me. His expression was serious, and I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Slowly, I closed the door, leaving it unlocked. Before it shut, I caught one last glimpse of his face—still serious, almost distant.
I heard his footsteps after a minute—he had been standing outside my door, waiting. I wasn't sure why, but it made my heart race.
He stayed there for a few minutes, just outside.
I sat on the edge of my bed after Ezekiel left, letting out a long breath.
"Ahh…" I murmured to myself, "Today was really beautiful."
A smile spread across my face as I thought back to the day, remembering how we had held hands, laughed, and shared moments that felt so natural. I got up and changed into a loose pair of shorts and an old, soft top, feeling the day's exhaustion settle over me. As I plopped onto the bed, a sense of contentment filled me. It was one of the best days I'd ever had, and I couldn't remember feeling this way before.
Sleep claimed me quickly, my body grateful for the rest. But somewhere in the depths of my sleep, I felt a firm hand wrapping around my waist, pulling me close. The warmth and the unmistakable familiarity stirred me slightly from my sleep, though I kept my eyes closed, barely awake.
"Umm…" I murmured in a sleepy tone, unsure if I was dreaming.
A calm, strong voice whispered close to my ear, "Shh… just sleep. It's me. Don't worry."
A soft smile formed on my lips, comforted by his words. Without thinking twice, I placed my hand over Ezekiel's, letting myself sink into the warmth of his embrace. His presence was steady, grounding. I felt safe, surrounded by his warmth, and any remaining tension from the day slipped away.
With his arm wrapped securely around me, I allowed myself to drift back into sleep, feeling his breathing against my back. There was something about this closeness that felt like it had always been there, like it was where I was supposed to be. His hand held me gently but firmly, as if reassuring me he wasn't going anywhere.
Ezekiel's POV.
Isabella closed her door slowly, and I stood there for a few lingering minutes, replaying the day. Today was one of the best days I'd had in a long time. I finally headed back to my room, shutting the door behind me and sinking onto the sofa, my mind unable to drift from her.
A part of me felt a twinge of guilt, knowing what we'd done. But guilt faded when I thought about the moments with her, the easy laughter, and the connection we'd shared. Maybe Isabella was right—we could continue this, just enjoying each other's company without strings. If we were both in it mutually, what was so wrong with that?
There was no need for deep feelings to get involved.