Kristen
Things were quickly settling into a routine. It was almost scary how easy it was to slide into the Falcon’s household. Ezra was an early riser. Sometimes he was up and out the door before my feet even hit the floor in the morning. But somehow, without consciously deciding to do so, I started getting up earlier, so that I could coincidentally meet him at the coffee pot. Me, still in my pajamas and a tie-dyed bathrobe that Joy had bought me for Christmas a couple years ago, while Ezra was looking sharp in one of his custom tailored suits, his glasses perched on his nose giving him a very sexy-nerd vibe with really contrasted with the long hair tied back in a pony tail.
I really wanted to untie that bit of leather and see what he looked like when it was loose around his shoulders. I
