"Hmm, Ezra?" She asked, her voice dripping with seduction as her fingers traced his jawline.
"Evie, stop," Ezra replied, his tone firm.
She paused, her eyebrows knitting together.
He didn't intend to reject her, but he had to assert himself. "You're tempting me to do something reckless," he muttered under his breath, making it clear he was not indifferent to her touch, like she was thinking.
It was difficult to maintain control, especially with his desire evident in his joggers.
A smirk curled on her lips, igniting something deep within him. "What if I want to tempt you?" she asked, her hands now resting against the side of his face.
"I'm trying to keep my composure, Evie. Please don't make this harder for me," he said, his voice a blend of restraint and urgency.
But Evie was relentless. "Kiss me, Ezra," she commanded, her eyes locking onto his, demanding his full attention.
"I want you to kiss me" she said again.
