The kiss was perfect. It soothed Marta and kept her grounded. It took away the pain, physical and emotional, even if it was just temporary. She wrapped her arms around Ezra’s neck, pulling him closer. Her chest pressing against his. Her fingers found their way into his curls, and she felt his tongue. Every nerve ending on her body was tingling, in a good way. At some point, she felt herself being lifted and Marta didn’t fight against it. She parted her legs slightly, not in a sexual way, but so Ezra could stand between her straddled legs and continue to closer to her. Marta had no clue where this kiss was going, she knew not much further, at least not yet, but she knew she didn’t want it to end.

But Ezra finally pulled back, Marta kept her eyes closed as he laid kisses over her face. There was peace. Even if it only lasted a second. Everything outside these doors did not matter for that mere second. It didn’t matter what religion they believed in, their social standings, their friends or parents. For that brief moment, it was just the two of them being together.

And in an instant, it was gone. Marta let her eyes slowly open when Ezra pulled away. She took a minute to compose herself, straightening out her dress before carefully climbing off the counter. She look over at the sandwich, picking it up and taking a bite. The bread, which was still slightly warm from the oven, was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. And the meat had a different taste than she was use to, a better taste. It tasted more natural and rich. Not tainted by chemicals or other by-products that are probably contained in the meat her family eats. It was so good, Marta took a minute to just enjoy it and sort of ignore Ezra.

She heard him mentioning staying at his place tonight, and that made Marta look up and stop eating for a moment. She did tell her mother as she was walking out the door earlier that she may spend the night at Sarah’s, so she was covered. She was hesitant about letting his mother look at her. The less involved his parents were, the better. Plus, Marta was too ashamed.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude…” she started to say. Her proper upbringing flashing through for a moment. It was impolite to invade a person’s home, even though she was invited. But it still felt like an intrusion because Marta could tell he was very close to his parents, especially his mother. She was sure that the evenings were their time to be together and just discuss their days with another. 

Marta took the last bite of her sandwich, and noticed Ezra still had half of his left. She blushed, feel embarrassed that she ate it so fast. But it was seriously the best sandwich she has ever had.

“Did you make the bread?” she asked curiously.