Give Me Strength

Ezra

I took a step back from Ezekiel in efforts to put some distance between us, but despite that he still had his arms wrapped around me. He smelt like coffee which I now knew he consumed when he was highly stressed. 

A part of me wondered was he stressed out about us or was it the move to the Palace that had him agitated? A sick part of me hoped maybe he regretted breaking up with me and just found himself saying all those things over fear that Claud had seen us

But that was unlikely, I knew not to get my hopes up high.

"Are you upset with me?" He gently ran the tip of his nose alongside my jaw. The hairs at the back of my neck stood in attention as a shiver ran down my back. He knew the reaction that would get out of me by his gentle smile.

"What do you think Mister Ezekiel?" I scoffed as I gently pushed his face back and wiggled my way out of his arms.

"I should have worded it better, I'm sorry," he frowned.