Page 42 of Texts From My Exes
“Ezra!” I hissed.
Nothing.
“Ezra!” I kicked his foot.
He snorted awake. “Why are you hovering? If you’re sleepwalking, I swear—” His eyes cracked open, narrowing at me. “Youknowghosts are my thing. I sent you the spreadsheet. Toallyour emails, including that Nike one you swore you only kept for Sephora coupons.”
“Focus!” I bent over him. “Be honest. Do you… like men and women? Because I’m fine if you do, I just have toknow.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You woke me up for that?”
“Yes.” I nodded firmly. “I woke you up for that.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think you’d know by now?”
“You’ve never hit on me. Not once. I’ve never seen you hold hands, or kiss anyone. And yes, fine, you kiss like a god, whatever—but clearly youknow how.So what gives? Do you have a secret life?”
He sighed dramatically. “Fine, you caught me. I have a secret family. Two kids. A few wives. It’s hard juggling their jealousy but honestly, the hardest part is the children?—”
I smacked him in the head. “This isn’tSister Wives, Ezra!”
He licked his lips slowly, eyes flicking to mine. “Well… there’s one way to prove it.”
I froze. “What?”
“Consent. Permission. Whatever you want to call it.” His voice dropped. “Do I have it?”
“Consent for?—”
“To touch me.”
My mouth went dry. I stupidly reached for his shoulder.
“Not there,” he murmured, a ghost of a smile. “Cute, though.”
My hand slid lower, to his thigh.
“Closer.”
I gulped and inched higher.
“Warmer,” he rasped. “If I wasn’t into women, do you think I’d react this violently—” His hips shifted under my hand. “Toyou?”
Before I could think, he caught my wrist and pressed my palm over his erection.
I nearly choked. “Ezra?—”
But he wasn’t pushing me away. His head tipped back, lashes low, hips rising slowly against my hand.
“What am I—” My voice cracked.
“Harder,” he grit out, teeth clenched.
And God help me—I obeyed.
It was surreal. An out-of-body experience I never wanted to end. He was hot, solid, too much and not enough all at once.
It ended too soon. His body jerked, his breath shattered, and then he collapsed back into the couch, sweat-damp hair falling into his eyes.
