Frozen in Time

Chapter 22

I started taking what little food he had out of the fridge to make a meal.

We separated the items so we could each make breakfast for each other.

I took milk, almonds, pancake mix, whip cream, and the strawberry jelly.

I honestly didn't pay attention to the ingredients that Ezra took. I was in the zone. Strawberry almond pancakes with whip cream coming up!

The sound of the mixer was drowning out my focus.

"That bothering you?" he asked.

"Yes," I joked.

"What about this?" he flipped the switch up to medium, making it even louder.

I just pursed my lips in frustration.

"Or this," just then he flipped the switch to high.

Batter went everywhere.

"Aahhh" I gasped as it splattered all over my hair and on my clothes.

"Oh let me get that," he walked over and pulled the end of his shirt up. It was caked with batter. He whipped it all over my face, rubbing the ooy-gooey batter all over my face.

I opened my mouth in astonishment.

"Your gonna pay for that!" I said.

I picked up a handful of my batter and just slapped it on his freshly showered head.

"Now your gonna get it!"

I started to run away and he caught up to me. I was laughing as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He spun me around before plopping us both down on the floor.

"Sorry about your clothes," he said smiling.

"Sorry about your hair."

"It'll wash out. Eventually," he said.

I laughed as I grabbed the side of his head. Ezra leaned in and kissed me. We were so used to each other. We could be normal around one another.

That was a rare thing for me. Especially with my dad's secret. I can barely look my mom in the eye and I haven't been able to trust my dad with anything more than a grocery list since I found out.

I feel like an alien in my own house. So being here, it just feels right. It feels normal.

As I sit there stroking his head and his lips touching mine, our song plays. Constantly. I can't get it to go away.

I've never heard the song before, it's like my mind made a song to fit us. It plays every time we are together, just like clockwork.

He lifts his lips off mine and stares into my eyes for a minute.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He didn't say anything.

"Ezra? What's wrong?"

"Do you even know how much I love you?"

"Why don't you show me."