Kristen
There was something about Ezra Falcon that made me feel things… Horny as a teenager? Yes! (And judging by the baseball bat sized thing poking me in the ass, he felt that too!) But there was more than just s****l desire. There was a weird calm feeling, like a zen that settled over me when his arms were around me and his salty-toffee-popcorn smell engulfed me. It felt like everything was right in the world in that moment. Whatever worries and anxieties had been plaguing me drifted away like the smoke from the campfire. The whispers and the vicious glances from the soccer moms sitting around us were like the distant drone of bees in a field of wild flowers. Even the throbbing pain in my hip and the burn of the cut on my shoulder were dulled down. Like just his presence was a powerful
