Ezra's POV
"Calix, let me go for a moment. I can't breathe," I said because he was hugging me so tightly that it was suffocating.
Hearing me, he loosened his grip and picked me up, wrapping his arm around my stomach.
"Hey, don't pick me up like this! You can't show off that you're stronger than me," I complained.
He put me down on the bed and sat on the ground, resting his head on my thighs.
"You're so light, like a feather. It's not my fault I can pick you up easily. And I like this small, delicate body of yours. I want to hold you tightly in my arms and never let go."
Oh gosh. He and his words are hotter than anything else. I started patting his head while looking around. But since he didn't react, I stopped. The moment I did, he glanced up.
"Why did you stop? Keep patting my head."
He looked like a poor child asking for more love, so I continued to pat his head. Eventually, he fell asleep while sitting, his head still resting on my lap.
