It was almost noon by the time I woke up. I don’t remember the last time that I slept so well or for so long. Ezra was already awake, I don’t know for how long he had been lying there watching me. He had his arms and legs wrapped around me while he pressed soft kisses to my face. There is concern on his face as I turn to look at him.
“I’m glad you are awake, I was starting to get worried that something had gone wrong.”
His concern made me feel warm inside. It was strange, yesterday I had been so worried about everything that could possibly go wrong between us but now all I felt was contentment. I should be worried about what my family thought about us, but I just couldn’t bring myself to care. As long as we had each other, what did it matter what anyone else thought of us?
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