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I go back to mine and lay on the bed. Maybe I can handle this. Sex is just sex, right? I do it all the

time. We don’t need to make it anything more than that. As long as he’s cool with just being friends.

Maybe this will help him realize he doesn’t want me as much as he thinks. Maybe when he has me

a few times, he’ll let go of the idea of being with me. He’ll know what it’s like and can move on.

Yeah, maybe it can work.

I’m sure he’s mad at me for totally ignoring him last night. I’m such a child. I just freaked. I

freaked because he kissed me, and I freaked because I enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure I moaned into his

mouth last night. Freaking moaned! From a kiss. I’ve never had a reaction to a kiss like that before.

I grab my phone, find Ezra’s information, and press the call button.

It rings and rings until it finally goes to voicemail.

Ok, maybe he’s still driving. I pull up my message app and send him a text.

Celine: Hey, sorry I missed you this morning. Will you call me when you get home?

Yeah, that sounds chill enough.

I wait a few minutes to see if he responds, but nothing. I decide to take a shower. I was so tired

last night that I didn’t take one, and I feel like I smell like sweat from dancing and drinking all night.

I check my phone again as soon as I get out, and nothing. That’s ok. He’s probably still driving,

and knowing him, he won’t text and drive.

I tuck my phone in my pocket and go about my day, doing what I need to prepare for school this

week.

By the time dinner rolls around, I still haven’t heard anything from Ezra. No missed calls and no

texts. No likes on social media on the pictures I posted from the wedding. Nothing. He’s never

purposely ignored me, so it makes me wonder if something happened to him. But I shake the thought

from my head. If something happened to him, I feel like I would know.

I lay in bed that evening with my messaging app open, debating on sending him another message.

Ultimately, I decide against it.

Maybe he is rethinking his offer. He must have realized what a terrible idea it would be for the

two of us to have sex. A weight of disappointment falls on my shoulders. It’s the first time I realized

that I was actually going to tell him yes. I want to have sex with Ezra Sanders.

Chapter 8

Ezra