From my father

Ezra was dressing up behind the closet, while Nina still sat on the bed. He had only put on his briefs when he decided to torture her.

"Nina, come."

She stood up and walked over to him.

"Help me dress up."

Her eyes widened slightly, as she had not expected it. Then she sighed.

"You don't have any clothes out."

"I will wear anything you choose." He couldn't help but enjoy the slight changes in her expression. He was playing on her innocence, and he found her very interesting. He noticed how her gaze darted about from his face to his chest, and then his stomach. "You can touch me if you want." He teased.

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks. She didn't say anything, instead she went to focus on her task of looking for clothes for him. She came back with a navy blue T-shirt, and a pair of trousers.

"You are going to wear your trousers yourself." She stated, and he shook his head.

"No. I want you to do it."

"No."

"I wasn't asking. I even suggest that we start with it." He said, gesturing