you come back from the bar, a little tipsy but sober. you sneak through the kitchen window, trying not to make a sound, careful not to awaken your boyfriend. as you round the corner to go up the stairs to the bathroom, you gasp as you bump into ezra’s chest, he looked down at you disappointed, his arms folded across his chest.

“now, you told me you were going to study at lauren’s house, tell me why exactly you come home stinking of fireball and men’s cologne.”