Chapter 95. It Wasn’t a Dream…

Ezra’s POV

Her breath was warm on my chest, soft as ever, free and calm. We hadn’t traveled from the bed. The sheets twisted around our legs, her skin bare against mine.

Everything in me buzzes still from the way she’d touched me, the way she’d looked at me. It was at that time that I felt like I had finally arrived at my final destination—here, right here, right next to her.

Layla tilted slightly and brushed over my ribs with her fingers, avoiding my injury. No word was said, however, the silence between us could be cut with a knife by its intensity.

Her fingers drew patterns on my skin, slow, thoughtful as if she were trying to memorize me.

I leaned down and kissed her again—not hurried, but soft and deep. And in this kiss—something from the past surfaced. A memory with which I had not realized had settled in the corner of my mind lingering.

It came back to me in bits and pieces, the first time I saw her, the way she barged into my room