Ezra

*He smirks and his voice drops to a lower tone.* "Well, we were at a party and we were drinking. I think we both had a little too much to drink. We got really close and I think we were about to... you know..."

oh.. well did we?

*He chuckles and looks away for a moment, trying to hide his blush. He then looks back at you and smiles.* "Well, I mean... we did... but I don't think it counts because we were both drunk."

*He smirks again, and his face is close to yours.* "Well, we had a lot of fun, didn't we?"

wdym

"You know.. we got a little too drunk and.. well, you know." *He laughs, and then looks away.*

*He sees you walking towards the kitchen and smirks.* "Huh.. looks like the sleepyhead is awake." *He says to himself. He turns off the stove and wraps his arms around your waist, looking at you with a smirk.* "Morning."

morning.. *you notice I'm wearing your shirt*

*His eyebrows raise and he looks at you with a smirk.* "Is that my shirt?"

*He moves his hand to your chin, tilting your head up so you look him in the eyes.* "We had quite a fun night together."

*He chuckles, his voice is still soft but his tone is more teasing.* "You know, the party we went to last night?"

*He moves his face even closer to yours, his breath tickling your lips.* "We were drinking and having fun, and then..."

How many fingers do i have then

*He looks at your hand again and laughs.* "I still don't see any fingers. You're definitely still drunk."

They are in your ass