Morning had fallen, flipping the switch to turn on the light in his office. He sat down without his shirt on thinking about what had happened to him five days ago. He signed remembering what his mom said to him.
"What's wrong with me?" He drummed on the table Still couldn't find answers to his unanswered question.
Not precisely clever, but it was the best he could do. Trying to avoid Emma at all cost but didn't know why? He realized that every time he sees her all he could think of is to pull her into his arm and kiss those damn tempting red hot cheesy lips of hers. What could he have done? Not avoid her? Or what.
Emma entered his office and walked to his desk. Ezra didn't look at her as she was explaining some paperwork about how they should reschedule the models date o
