Page 74 of Bless My Body

He shakes his head like he’s shaking off the burn of the tequila. Then he smiles at me. I know what

he wants. I want it too.

At least I think I do. He’s gorgeous and is probably packing down there based on the size of his

body. I resist the urge to look towards his dick. I can’t be too obvious.

He takes a step closer to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. He’s close enough that I

can smell the tequila and beer on his breath. His hand moves to my bare shoulder, and his fingers trail

down my arms.

I look into his eyes and am immediately hit with an image of Ezra’s blue eyes staring down at me.

I blink slowly.

When my eyes open again, it’s not Ezra anymore, and my heart sinks.

Cruz leans in towards me. I know he wants to kiss me. I put my hands on his chest and tip my chin

up. But at the last minute, I can’t do it.

I gently push him away.

I don’t want Cruz. As gorgeous and as nice as he seems to be, I don’t want him.

I want my dirty-talking best friend.

And that scares the hell out of me.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” I say before turning to find Stella. I need to get out of here.

I find Stella and Ozzy outside talking to someone I don’t know. Stella sees me coming and must

know something is wrong. She wraps her hand around Ozzy’s arm, pulling him towards me.

“You ok?” she asks.

No, I’m freaking out because I can’t get Ezra out of my head, and it’s terrifying me. But instead of

being honest, I say, “Yeah, I just need to get out of here. I’m not feeling this tonight.”

Stella’s brows furrow in confusion. I’ve never not been up for a party. But to her credit, she

doesn’t question me. She grabs my hand, and the three of us walk out.

The ride home is silent. I sit in the back by myself, debating if I should text Ezra. I haven’t talked

to him in a week, which is unusual for us. I don’t know if he’s noticed that we haven’t talked. I didn’t

intentionally avoid him. I’m confused, and I’ve never been confused when it comes to Ezra.

Everything has always been so easy with us.

By the time we get home, I’ve put my phone away, still unsure if I should reach out to him. It

would be smarter if I didn’t contact him. He sex-blocked me tonight without even knowing it. That has