Summer POV

Ezra pulled his shirt over his head and shoved it into his wardrobe. Ugh, men. He pulled off his pants and threw them on the chair in the corner, where the rest of his other slightly worn clothes were.

I was in his bed watching him. He turned around and caught me. He smirked and I blushed.

“Really, Summer?”

“It was a nice show.”

“Will I get one when I come back?”

I rolled on my back and he came over to sit on the bed next to me. He stroked my hair and suddenly his face ...