Holiday Convenience

Ezra

"Do you like your roses?" Ezekiel grinned as he looked extremely chuffed with himself. He had me seated on his lap as we sat on the couch. The only light in the room was the lamp on my bedside table which cast an even yet dim glow throughout the room. 

A part of me wondered if Ezekiel looked this way this morning. Even though he was beaming, he had eye bags under his eyes and a scruff that was prickly yet ticklish whenever his cheek brushed against mine. 

His arms were wrapped around me as he held me in a way that screamed 'You will stay on my lap unless I tell you otherwise'. I wanted to be stubborn about it and climb off but then I thought about what he had done for me, by getting me all my photography equipment and any ill feelings I felt for him this morning evaporated. 

"I do very much, Mister Ezekiel," I gave him a small smile before I ran my fingers through his short wavy hair.