Zoya’s P.O.V
"I can feel your distress from inside the bedroom. What’s wrong?”
With a hand on my chest in an attempt to prevent my heart from bursting out of my chest cavity in fear, I turned around from the kitchen window to find Ezra standing on the other side of the counter, his look full of concern as he examined me from head to toe.
"Is everything okay?” He asked frowning. “Sorry…I startled you.”
"Oh," I said with a dismissive wave, forcing a smile to give him some form of assurance while my heart beat wildly inside my chest. "It's nothing. I just didn’t hear you coming…I'm fine. Good morning."
His frown melted into a smile that mirrored mine. "Good morning."
It was then that I realized with a start that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His bare torso glistened in the soft morning lig
