I walk into psychology class the next morning and spot Ezra immediately, slouched in the middle row like he owns the place.
His midnight black sports can is sitting on the desk like always. We’ve been texting and calling nonstop since the weekend.
It was mostly dumb late-night conversations that had me grinning at my ceiling like an i***t.
My heart does this stupid little flip the second I see him. I quickly scan the room for Elias. Thank God he’s not here.
I drop into the seat next to Ezra. Before I can even get my notebook out, he leans in, cups my jaw with that big warm hand, and kisses me.
Not some quick peck.
A real kiss.
Deep with all the fireworks.
The whole lecture hall explodes with oohs and aahs and a couple of whistles. He doesn’t care one bit. When he finally pulls
