The mafia Queen

"Hey." I respond tiredly.

"Sorry for startling you, I was just checking if you were awake and you weren't moving, I didn't mean to scare you." He apologies.

"It's okay." I mutter.

"Do you want breakfast?" He asks me.

I nod my head.

"I was planning on making eggs and bacon for the both of us so go change into something you would like, I'll wait for you here." He says kindly.

I thank him and quickly get out of bed.

When I walk inside our room I instantly see that Ezra's clothes are still here. I look for my own clothes and I find them laying on the bed, so I pick them up and begin to change.

I wear my black jeans, and a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to my elbows.

I put on my black vans and then walk downstairs, finding Ezra leaning against the counter and eating something.

"Breakfast is ready." He says, setting down the fork he's holding.

I hum and walk towards the kitchen island and I sit myself down and watch as Ezra sets up our plates.

"Have you eaten yet?" He asks turning his h