Page 227 of Wrath

As my head hits his pillow, I feel like I’m falling through a vortex. Miller’s arm comes over me. “Just relax,” he murmurs. “Rest.”

And so I do.

Ten

Josh

Iwake up feeling so good. Fingers stroking through my hair and Ezra's arms around me. I lie still, relishing the dream while I dread opening my eyes. Then I remember with a rush—it’sreal.

Ezra’s here. He’s in my bed. I reach up to wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him down on me as my heart pounds with excitement.

His low voice vibrates as he lays his cheek on my chest. "Hey there, Miller.”

“Hey, angel.”

His hand tunnels into my hair. “You sleep okay?”

“Yeah.” My throat aches with emotion, but I swallow and move past it. “Did you?”

He smiles down at me. “Those sleepy eyes.” His smile is so big. So…real.

I lean up while pulling him down, kissing his temple. “You wore me out, Ez.”

“Damn straight.”

“It washonestly really gay.”

He laughs softly.

“So you’ve been here watching me sleep?” I grin up at him.

He grins back, looking slightly abashed. "Is that stalkery?"

"Can't stalk someone who's obsessed with you.”

I play with his hair, loving how his head feels under my hand. Jesus, I love everything about him. Every single fucking thing. I look at his face—Ezra’s face—and I see nothing but the guy I love. I want to tell him nothing could change how I feel about him, but instead I whisper, “Let’s get up and go do something. I don’t want to miss a moment before you leave.”

"Go back to sleep now if you want to.” He wraps me in his arms. “You look tired, Mills. I’ll stick around."

I decide I'll argue, but the next time I open my eyes, my room is bathed in bright gold sunlight and he's sitting cross-legged on the bed beside me. He's got his borrowed ball cap on backwards, along with a funny little smirk.

"What're you doing?" I ask, my voice sounding sleep-rough.

He slides underneath the covers with me, and he kisses my jaw.

"Got you something,” he says, looking sweet and smug.

I can’t resist kissing his cheek. "What's that?"

"I'll show you. But..." His arm slides in between us, his hand rubbing my bulge. "I see you've got me something, too." Pretty soon he's pushing my briefs down. He's underneath the covers blowing me. When he's done swallowing, I try to go for him, and he laughs.

"Did myself while I did you.” He pulls his shirt off, wiping both of us clean. “So you could eat your breakfast sooner."

Ez gives me this shy smile as he reveals a whole gas station bag of different stuff—all things I like. Plus a box of chocolate donuts.

"You used to always get me donuts,” I say.

He winks. “Gotta fatten you up.” We eat the donuts sittingcross-legged on the bed, just staring at each other. He catches me staring, and my cheeks burn. "Now who's creepin'?"I ask, covering my face.

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