19

'Whuh.. What?' I stutter, Ezra's face still too close for comfort as he stares into my eyes. I feel my body stiffen up and my mind go blank. Did he take my confession seriously?

'Are you jealous?' he repeats.

'Of what...?' I try to find sarcasm in his voice, in his eyes, on his face, but I am unable to find it.

'You know, I stole your precious little cousin. Are you jealous?' he says again.

I am about to laugh, relief already taking over, until he continues. 'Or are you jealous that she stole me?'

I hold my breath. 'Ezya, your fever's talking. Go sleep,' I tell him as calmly as I can. 'You don't know what you're saying.'

'So you're not gonna answer me?' He ignores my advice.

I can feel the heat radiating from his skin. 'Ezya. Go sleep,' I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.