I'm not into you

"Could you buy me something to drink?" I ask him softly.

"Anything you want." He murmurs, planting another kiss on my forehead.

I smile at him and lean my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Suddenly, he pulls me to him tightly and I wrap my arms around his waist tightly. His lips gently brush my temple and I feel his warm breath fanning my skin.

After sometime Ezra pulls away from me and starts to walk away, dragging me along with him.

We walk down the streets hand in hand and I can't help but stare at our joined hands, mesmerized.

This man is too perfect for me. And I don't deserve him either.

We arrive at the market and Ezra lets go of my hand so we can get inside, where the people seem to be getting their shopping done.

"Ezra." I call out to him.

He turns around and faces me.

"Can you get me something to drink please?" I ask quietly.

He gives me a gentle smile and he walks away from me.

I wait patiently, occasionally glancing at the clock hanging near the entrance.