“This is the one thing I've wanted to do since the first time you walked into that bar. What about you? What did you feel when you first saw me? Wait, don't answer. You hated me the first time you saw me.”

  What about you? What did you feel when you first saw me? Wait, don't answer. You hated me the first time you saw me.

  I squirm in Ezra's arms, the first rays of daylight hit my room. I try to stretch, but he won't let me out of his arms.

  “The first time I saw you? I probably thought I met the most handsome bartender in America when I looked like a rat.”

  He laughs. “A rat? Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror? You're so beautiful.”

  My eyes fall on the wardrobe mirror across the bed. “We look really good together. But...”

  “No, no, no, please don't let it be a but.”

  I close my eyes. “We violated a big rule.”

  He turns away from the mirror, sits up. He stretches. “It's morning. Should we have breakfast?”

  “Yeah, sure. We'll talk about these things at the important things table.”

  He turns his head. Looks at me with an incomprehending look. “What will we talk about at the important things table? Oh, I'll tell you good things.”

  “We can't avoid them. We're after something important, my life really depends on it.”

  As I call after him, he goes into the kitchen. I hear him singing as he takes plates out of the cupboard. The sour smell coming from my armpits disgusts me. God, I've been under his nose with this smell all morning and he hasn't said anything.

  I get up to take a quick shower. Grab a few things from my suitcase, which is still on the side, and from the closet.

  “I'm getting in the shower.”

  He sees me standing and approaches me. He has a sweet expression in his eyes. He hugs my waist. “Stop, I stink.”

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  He sniffs me. He sniffs down my neck. “You smell so good. I love the way you smell.” He starts kissing me where he smells me.

  I close my eyes. I throw my head back. “Ezra, I don't want to tell you to stop, but I have a lot of things.”

  He takes what's in my hand and leaves it on the suitcase in my room. He picks me up, takes me to the bathroom. “Hey, Ben, if you get used to it like this, you have to carry it everywhere like this.”

  He puts me in the shower stall. “Yes, my lady. If you have any other orders, I'm here to serve your pleasure.”

  I giggle. He turns the water on. He kneels in front of me as the water runs. He starts to run his fingers up and down my legs, looking me in the eye. I run my hand through his hair, which he takes as a command. He brings his head closer to my legs. I spread my legs, and he touches his tongue between my thighs, showing me. The water running down his face drenches his hair. He stands up. He turns me around. He pulls my hair back from my neck. He kisses his way down my nape. He takes tiny bites on my thighs. I stick my hips out a little, which whets his appetite. He wraps his arms around my legs and crosses them in front of me. With his tongue and lips, he tastes my pleasure juices.

  “Ezra, please...” I moan, unable to resist. All I want is to take him inside me. He stands up. He places his hardening cock inside me. “Oh, God...”

  Slowly, slowly, he moves in and out of me as if he wants to drive me crazy. “Please, faster...”

  He is moaning, “Whatever my future wife wants.” It's going faster. My legs are shaking, I can't stand it. “Yes, oh, I'm coming!”

  He pulls me closer to him with his hand. He roots his cock inside me. Our moans mingle. We are gasping for breath.

  He turns me around. Kisses me on the lips. He cleans himself under the water for a few seconds. He wraps his towel around his waist. The sight alone is enough to make me horny again. “I'll get dressed and make us breakfast.”

  “Can you get my things you left in the room?”

  “Whatever my lady wishes.” He bows in front of me in an exaggerated gesture. It looks very funny standing naked in the tiny bathroom. As I laugh, I realize that he has just made breakfast naked like this. “Put some clothes on. Seeing a naked man in the kitchen is a bit...”

  “It's a turn-on, isn't it? You're afraid you'll lose your mind and never eat again.”

  “Ha-ha. Yeah, I'm really scared I'll never be able to eat again.”

  He raises his eyebrows and smirks. It's his “I don't care what you think, I'm already pretty sure of myself” smile.

  He brings the things I asked for for the shower from my room and hands them to me without saying anything. He leaves the bathroom, again without saying anything.

  ***

  After the shower, I go to my room and get dressed. I feel relaxed and happy in many ways. There is a part of me that is a bit anxious, as if it has been poured on me in many ways. “Don't think,” I tell myself, “you just had a beautiful moment, enjoy it.” Another part of me seems to answer, “God knows, you deserved it. Very much.”

  I try to fix myself in front of the mirror. Something I didn't care about until today has come into play. Now I want Ezra to like me, whereas last night he wanted me in a haze of cigarette smoke, with my hair all messed up and sleep streaming from my eyes. He wanted me twice. I saw desire in his eyes, tasted desire on his lips.

  My stomach rumbles. This sound wakes me from my thoughts. I listen to the call of my hunger and go to the kitchen for breakfast. Ezra isn't here. Maybe he's getting dressed, I think, and I sit down. The door of his room is closed. “Hey, I'm starving. Come on.”

  There is no answer. But the kitchen is tidy. The mess we left on the table last night has been cleaned up, the garbage thrown away. Maybe he's tired, I think to myself.

  I stand up without calling out again, I'll prepare it then. I put water in the kettle and place the tea bags in mugs. As I wait for the water to boil, the empty cereal bowl in the sink catches my eye. There's a spoon in it. I walk over to the table. There is something taped upside down in a corner of the table where we talk about important things. I pick it up, and when I look at the front of it, I realize it's the photograph I found in my wardrobe. As I raise my eyebrows, trying to figure out what's going on, the kettle beeps, indicating that the water is boiling.