Page 195 of Ewan

He lowers his mouth and leaves a tender kiss on my lips.

“I don’t want to end this either. I think it’s too early.”

His last words are lined with humor, and I give him a smile before setting my drink down and taking the liberty to kiss him.

His arms wrap around me, and we get lost in our kiss when his phone rings.

At the same time, someone raps on the door.

I don’t know about him, but being in this big house with no neighbors nearby, I almost have a panic attack.

Startled, I tear my lips away from him.

“Stay here,” he says, concern sliding over his face.

He reaches inside his pocket and retrieves his phone before walking out of the kitchen.

The lights instantly go dim in the house, except for the kitchen, which has no windows to speak of, as it’s tucked in the core of the house.

“No fucking way,” he says in the other room, his voice a mix of surprise and joy.

What??

I glance at the food in the oven to make sure it’s done and turn it off before tip toeing my way to the kitchen door and listening to his conversation.

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I seehis silhouette through the window guarding the main door, and we end the conversation instantaneously before I open the door.

Ezra looks at me, a few flecks of snow caught in his hair.

A smile tugs at my lips.

I look him up and down before pulling him into my chest.

“How did you know I was home?” I ask.

“I called your driver yesterday morning. He said you’d be back this evening.”

“No fucking way. I didn’t expect to see you. I thought you'd spend some time with your girl. What brings you here?’

He looks all right.

In one piece.

No girl, though.

I peek over his shoulder.

“You drove here?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s your leg?”

“It’s all right.”

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