[10] Nyah: 'I'm A Puddle At His Feet.'-2

Ugh, why does the human body even have hands? We should've just been given something else, like tentacles or wings or better yet, paws. "Yeah," Ezra nods, a long nod where he keeps on shaking his head like he doesn't know what else to do, and realizing the fact that he's just as befuddled as I am as to what to say, does a little something to calm my nerves. Just a little. "Whoa," He exclaims just as some drunk person slams into his back, making him stumble forward at the sudden impact. I watch in horror as the bottle in his hand tilts forward, and just as my super fast instincts reach forward to straighten it before it spills, it tilts even more anyway, spilling all across my hand and a little on the front of my peep-toes. And on my hella expensive Rolex. "Fuck!" We curse in unison, as he straightens himself and regains his balance. We look up and meet each other's eyes, and just like that we burst out laughing. I know, I know. You're thinking we must be completely out of it because there's nothing funny about getting beer on an almost $30k watch. Or ruining a perfect pair of Alexander McQueens by permanently staining them. But if you know our history, you'd agree with me that the fact that he'd just stumbled and almost fallen is definitely too funny. You'd also be mumbling that it would've been better if he'd planted his face on the carpet like previous conduct dictates. Although, something is better than nothing, right? Our laughter dies down slowly, our lips still pulled up in gigantic smiles from the lingering humor, and only now, I realize that he hadn't stepped back after he'd stumbled forward from that push. We're standing too close. So close, that there's less than a couple of inches of space separating us. All I'd have to do is breathe in deeply, and my breasts would brush against his chest. The raw energy crackling in the air? It's real. I gulp, my tongue darting out to wet my extremely dry lips. His gaze falls to said lips as his electric blue eyes catch fire, darkening as he exhales in what sounds like a tiny moan. My teeth sink into my bottom lip at that wanton sound, and the Alpha in me wants to take him right there, right now. Where's my self-control, you ask? It's so far gone that I don't think it ever was there in the first place. His hand comes up slowly and my breath hitches, waiting to see what he'd do. The tip of his index finger brushes across my forehead in the slightest of touches, and he slowly tucks a loose curl of hair behind my ear and trails his hand down, cupping my cheek fully. I'm a puddle at his feet by now, my heart completely melted at literally how sweet that gesture is. He could've claimed my lips in a lusty kiss, or he could've dragged me to a dark corner and tried to get me to give in and mark each other. But he had to go ahead and do something that directly touches my heart. "You're the most beautiful girl I've laid eyes on. Ever." He whispers, his eyes holding me captive in their oceanic depths. I sigh at the honesty in his words and the way he says them like he can't mean each of one those syllables more if he tried. Ezra Harland is one smooth-talking motherfucker, and I'm in a world of new trouble now that I've had a glimpse of this side of him. I'm definitely, one-hundred percent screwed. "Thank you. You're not half-bad, either." I reply, my grin somewhere in between 'dreamily in a daze' and 'let's go fuck, right now'. Ezra chuckles in response, and the way his eyes crinkle and those dimples pop when he does, is definitely the most adorable expression I've ever seen. The guy is setting new records for the best lots of things left and right and if I'm not careful, he might start setting records for other stuff, too. "I'm-" He starts, but just then-because the universe is cruel, some random person yells, "Get a room!" ending the sentence with a wolf-whistle. And just like that, the moment is broken. We jump apart like we're on fire-not that fire, I mean literal fire-and only after a second, the fog on my brain clears and I realize with dawning embarrassment what I'd just been doing. Did I just . . . was I almost about to . . . Oh. My. Goddess! What the heck is happening to me!? My cheeks burn as I clear my throat and smooth my dress down with my left hand, looking away as I attempt to say something to fill the most awkward silence in the history of awkward silences. "I should go find Aless-" "You should come with me-" We both start at the same time, and I finally swallow and muster up what's left of my courage to meet his eyes. "You go first." We chorus, then chuckle, because it's way too awkward and chuckling is better than silence. "You go-" We start together again, and I sigh, chuckling a bit more genuinely this time as I put up my finger to stop him. "You go first." I say finally, and he nods, still awkward. "I just thought that since the Rolex is waterproof it can't be that damaged by the beer. If you wash it quickly, I'm sure it'll be alright." Ezra elaborates, shrugging as he tilts his head in what's probably the direction of the bathroom. "And you were about to say?" "Yeah, I was gonna say that I should go find Alessia and drag her away since she must be in the middle of a man-sandwich somewhere, but your idea sounds better. I'll wash up and rescue her." "Cool, follow me, please." With that Ezra spins around on his heel, leading the way. I follow quietly, my mind finally having an opportunity to contemplate what I'd just done. And it takes everything in me to control my raging emotions and stop myself from freaking out. Dang it, if something like this happens every time we're in close proximity, then by the end of the week, he'd be marked and mine. My Wolf likes that idea way too much and she even lets out a gleeful howl to show her support. I take deep breaths, fighting against that mental image, resolving to retain better self-control. 'Well, you ain't gonna get any help from me.' My Wolf supplies happily, and I control the sigh before it slips out. I'm never getting that close to him again. One experience is enough to burn a permanent memory in my head. ~ * ~ Dedicated to @Eesha_Sagdeo , @ParadoxicalNotion and @PurplexStar ! All of you mentioned the tripping but I couldn't do full on tripping cause that would ruin the moment and can't lead up to some touching. So i had to tweak it up a bit! Thank you for the idea!