Her lips pulled away from his statue-still body and Ez let out a slow, shaky breath; she killed him with every touch. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled looking down at her as she fixed everything for him, making his own plate of pizza for him as he watched her admiringly-frozen in place. Her lips brushed his cheek and her hands removed his from her waist, only to keep them held in hers before handing him the dish she’d pieced together quickly. After a moment of complete silence and staring on his part, he let a shy grin out and nodded. He was the luckiest guy in the world, and she made him completely paralyzed with her perfection. He watched her spin around and take off, retreating to his room once more, before taking off after her. Once he’d let her crawl up in his bed, he climbed in beside her and scooted up against her, her leg draping peacefully over his. His shoulders hit the soft front of his pillow and he relaxed, placing one arm around her as he dropped his plate full of pizza down onto his stomach. “Shall we continue our movie or should I just eat and then curl up with the most beautiful girl ever?” his words were questioningly playful.
“Mm,” Addie hummed, biting down on her lower lip and sliding the plate off of his torso and onto the nearby bedside table in one clean motion. “Forget about the movie.” She said, sliding up to lay half on top of him and tuck her head under his chin. “The food, too.” Her voice was softer now as she gently placed a barely there kiss on his collar bone and let out a contented sigh. She was more than comfortable there, in his bed, wearing little more than an oversized tee shirt. Had it been anyone else, it’d be different, but when she was around him and he said things like ‘most beautiful girl ever’, she not only remained perfectly at ease, but sometimes she even began to believe that he meant what he said. Sure, Adelaide still avoided letting him see her torso at all costs, but if her shirt happened to ride up a few inches as they lay on their stomachs watching television, she didn’t rush to pull it back into place. It was nice that he accepted who she was and didn’t judge her for it, but that didn’t mean she didn’t judge herself. Addie tightened her grip on him and breathed in the subtle scent of his laundry detergent, the same one that was on the shirt she’d stolen from him, the one she’d come to associate with all things Ezekiel. It was comforting to her now, every time she smelled it, and she was still caught off guard any time someone besides him had the same scent. It was his and he was hers and that was it.