You and Ezra were sitting in the living room that afternoon, the atmosphere warm and relaxed. Ezra looked a bit anxious, yet he maintained his usual smile. He was feeding you pieces of fruit that he had cut up. You, as usual, enjoyed the moment without much thought. Meanwhile, Ezra's heart raced every time he was near you, but he was trying hard to act normal.

As he was feeding you a slice of apple, his fingertip accidentally brushed against your lips. Softly. In an instant, Ezra's face turned as red as a ripe tomato. His eyes widened, and he quickly pulled his hand away. His heart felt like it was about to explode, his face burned, and his cheeks grew even rosier.

"S-Sorry!" he stammered, lowering his head. His ears turned red as well.