Wrong Address

It was a quiet Saturday night as I lay on the couch in my grandmother’s living room, my phone in my hand. Many other recent high school grads would be out partying on a Saturday night at 11pm, but I was more introverted than most. I had gone out with some friends to see a movie earlier, said my good nights to everyone at 10pm and was now exactly where I wanted to be, curled up on an incredibly comfy couch that was twice as old as I was, while reading about True Crime on Reddit.

I began to read:

“The Springfield Three is an unsolved disappearance case that started on June 7, 1992, when Sherrill Levitt, Suzie Streeter and Stacy McCall disappeared from their home on 1717 E Delmar St, Springfield, Missouri. Their whereabouts or their remains have never been discovered.”

I yawned as I reached down past my Super Mario Brothers T-shirt and adjusted myself in the cotton briefs I was wearing. I had worked an eight-hour shift at my retail job at Target earlier in the day and, although I wasn’t ready for sleep just yet, it felt good to relax and indulge in the True Crime rabbit hole.

I was on night four of two weeks of housesitting for my grandmother. She had offered me $400 to stay in the house and make it look lived in and keep her plants watered while she was on a trip to Mexico to visit her sister. As an eighteen-year-old going to college in the fall, how could I pass up such easy money? Also, it was nice to have a private house all to myself for two full weeks, away from the noise and nagging of my parents and three younger siblings.

“Now, Rodrigo,” my grandmother had said, after she had given me detailed instructions about how to water her plants, “I trust you won’t have any wild parties in this house while I’m away.”

On one level she absolutely meant what she said, but on another level, she was teasing me, since I was known to be the most straightlaced and responsible of Estrella Villagomez’s twenty-three grandchildren.

“You know me, Abuela,” I replied with a smile, “I’d rather be chilling by myself at night than partying, at your house or anywhere else.”

And that was exactly what I was doing that momentous Saturday night.

After reading about the Springfield Three, the disappearance of Joshua Guimond, and theories about the identity of the Zodiac killer, I opened a new tab to my favorite site for gay erotic stories and slipped my underwear off for ease of stroking my cock to whatever new user-submitted tale turned me on. A leisurely jerk-off session would be a very fulfilling way to cap off a productive day.

I quickly found a story that got me nice and hard and set to work tugging my stiff dick to an arousing story of a businessman taking his BMW to a mechanic and ending up being fucked hard by the mechanic on both the hood of the BMW and in the back seat.

I was still a virgin in every sense of the word, had never even had a first kiss. I was still closeted, largely a by-product of being from a Mexican-American Catholic family. I was working up the courage to come out as gay to my family before leaving for college in two months, after which I had every intention of pursuing dating relationships with other men. But, on this night in late June, I was still finding my sexual outlet in erotica.

I closed my eyes while masturbating myself, imagining that I was that businessman getting bent over the hood of his BMW, imagining the anticipation of being dominated and taken by another man. As I focused on this fantasy scenario, I got an additional thrill from my awareness that I was pleasuring myself on the family couch, the very same couch my dad and his five siblings had grown up sitting on as they watched TV in this same living room.

I gave a soft moan as I imagined the mechanic’s cock being positioned at my entrance.

I was suddenly jolted out of my fantasy by the sound of the front door swinging open.

I opened my eyes and gasped at seeing a tall, muscular man with a mop of curly black hair standing there in the open doorway. He was probably in his mid-thirties. He was around six feet tall with broad shoulders, his impressive physique tapering down to a narrow waist. He was dressed in a maroon polo shirt and beige khakis. He wore wire rim glasses and had a massive grin on his face, displaying gleaming white teeth.

“Starting without me?” he asked, his voice a deep and melodic baritone, as he gestured toward my exposed cock, which, if anything, had gotten harder at the sight of his enticing physique.

I clapped my hands over my erection, at a complete loss for words. I was confused and scared by his unexpected presence (not to mention mad at myself for forgetting to lock the door!) but was also instantly aroused that this specimen of masculinity had suddenly arrived in my grandmother’s living room and was taking in my appearance with unmistakable lust in his eyes.

He closed the door and corrected my earlier mistake by turning the lock. Then he stepped over to where I lay on the couch. With one hand, I reached down toward the floor to grab for my underwear, but the man moved faster and was able to scoop them up before I got to them.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a chuckle. “For what we have planned tonight, you’re not going to need these.” And then, he absolutely shocked me by holding up my cotton briefs above his head with two hands and swiftly tearing the underwear into pieces before tossing the tattered remnants to the floor.

I let out what I think was originally intended to be a cry of disapproval but ultimately came out as an aroused moan as my brain registered how fucking hot that was, this sexy stranger barging in from out of nowhere and destroying my underwear in my grandmother’s living room.

He looked me over for a long moment with a lascivious look in his eyes before I finally found my voice. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to sound intimidating, but realizing that I sounded every bit the mixture of confused, fearful, and increasingly turned on that I was.

He stared me down with a smug and knowing smirk as if he was onto my games. "Is this some kind of roleplay?" he asked. "You pretending to be taken against your will by some stranger who just barged into your house. Because I could definitely be into that kind of roleplay."

Something about the phrase "taken against your will" made my exposed cock stiffen even harder, which he certainly noticed. But I fought through my desire to try to clear up the matter.

"I have no idea who you are," I told him firmly. "I'm being serious. Whoever you think I am and whatever you have planned, I'm not that person."

"Oh, stop playing hard to get," he said, in a tone somewhere between amused and annoyed. He pulled his phone from his pocket. "You're the anonymous twink I was talking to on the app tonight who sent me dick pics and begged me to come to his house and punch his v-card while his parents are out of town."

"No, I'm not," I insisted, finally having enough presence of mind to place my hands back over my exposed genitals. "I'm not even on any hookup apps. Whoever you were talking to, it wasn't me. I'm not the person you're looking for." But despite the absurdity of this situation, I found myself feeling oddly jealous of whatever young guy would be getting this older man to fuck away his virginity that night.

"You gave me this address," he argued back, swiping through his phone. Suddenly his eyes got wide and his expression changed instantly from one of dominant authority to sheepish embarrassment. "This is 4827 S. Westchester Lane," he told me, looking up at me slowly.

"I know, " I replied testily, still cupping my hands over my private parts. "My grandmother has lived in this house for almost fifty years."

"Well, " he said, his cheeks turning red, "my anonymous young twink gave me the address 4827 N. Westchester Lane, but I made the mistake of coming to this address instead." He chuckled, trying to make light of his mistake.

Despite my continued overexposure to this stranger, I couldn't help but soften and laugh a little, too. "Yeah, that's way up on the other end of the city," I said. "You're a solid hour's drive away from that address. I told you that I’m not the person you’re looking for."

"I'm so sorry to have walked in on you like this, " he said, pushing his phone back in his pocket and giving an embarrassed shrug. He immediately turned and began walking toward the front door to leave.

"Wait!" I suddenly found myself calling out, stopping him.

He turned and looked at me, an expression of hopeful curiosity on his face.

"I don't care that you barged into the wrong house," I told him, a sudden burst of boldness rushing over me. "I'm glad that you're here. And, if you're open to it, I'd love for you to take my virginity."

A huge grin spread across his handsome face.

"This is the best possible outcome of me getting the address wrong" he said, striding confidently back to the couch.

He placed his hands on my knees and pried them apart, exposing my stiff cock and tight virginal hole. "But first," he said, a devilish look in his eyes, "I think a spanking is in order, since you're being a very naughty boy, asking a complete stranger to fuck you."

He sat down on the couch and grabbed me by the ankles, pulling me across his lap with ease. He held me firmly in place with one hand while raising his right palm high in the air.

I gasped, a combination of fear and arousal coursing through my body as I realized that this man I had never seen before three minutes earlier was about to spank me, hard on my grandmother’s living room couch.

"Oh God, yes!" I moaned.

His hand crashed down hard on my left cheek, making a loud smack.

"Fuck!" I yelled out, both at the sudden pain and the thrilling excitement of it.

"Count," he barked, before unleashing a series of punishing spanks.

"One... Two.... Three," I managed to stammer, my eyes squeezed shut, the sting of each spank followed by a rush of endorphins and a jolt of arousal.

I was moaning loudly and thrusting my hips upward with every spank, my bare ass and cock rubbing against the fabric of his khakis. I was completely lost in the moment, in the surreal pleasure of having a stranger punish my ass for my "naughtiness."

"Sixteen.... Seventeen...." I managed to count, as I lost myself in the sensation of his warm palm crashing repeatedly against my ass.

"Fuck, this is hot," he muttered under his breath as he kept spanking me, my moans growing louder with every swat.

"Thirty-one... Thirty-two..." I moaned, as the sting intensified, my asshole clenching and unclenching.

"You're taking it like a champ," he told me, giving a little chuckle, before unleashing the hardest smack yet.

"Fifty-seven! Fuck!" I cried out, bucking my hips wildly against him, my cock now dripping pre-cum all over the pants of his khakis.

He paused his assault and let me catch my breath.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" I asked, turning my head back toward him and opening my eyes. "That a spanking was necessary because I asked a complete stranger to fuck me?"

"Absolutely," he answered with a firm nod. "That is incredibly risky and irresponsible. But I'm guessing that's part of the appeal. You like the idea of being reckless and vulnerable with a stranger."

"Fuck yeah, it is," I replied, grinning and blushing, amazed that this guy who I didn't even know was reading me so accurately.

He leaned down and planted a tender kiss on the top of my head.

"Now, stand up and take your shirt off," he ordered.

I eagerly scrambled to my feet, pulling my T-shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

"Good boy," he said as he ran his hand down the length of my smooth torso.

"Are you ready for my dick?" he then asked.

"Yes," I said, staring at the growing bulge in his khaki pants.

"Get on your knees and pull down my pants," he commanded.

I dropped down and fumbled with the zipper and button of his khakis until they were undone. I slid the pants and boxers down, freeing his erect and massive member.

"Wow," I said, my jaw dropping as I gazed upon his huge, veiny, cut cock, which was now pointed straight at my face. "I can't wait to have that inside me," I said, looking up and smiling.

"Oh, believe me," he said, grabbing the back of my head and moving his hips forward. "It will be inside you."

Without saying another word, he shoved his dick into my mouth.

"Mmmmhmmm," I moaned as I felt the fullness in my mouth, the taste and smell of his cock.

He held the back of my head with his hands and thrust himself in and out of my mouth.

"Oh yeah," he said, grunting loudly, "that feels fucking great. You're a good cocksucker. Have you sucked dick before?"

"Unh-unh," I grunted, shaking my head, the dick still in my mouth.

"Damn," he groaned, "so your virgin asshole and throat are both mine. Fuck yeah."

He kept his hand on the back of my head, guiding his dick in and out, in and out, in and out, while I sucked and licked, trying my best to give him a good blow job, hoping I was satisfying him.

After a couple minutes of this, he pulled his cock out and looked me straight in the eye.

"Stand up and bend over the couch," he ordered, his eyes ablaze.

I quickly got back to my feet and bent over the couch, my arms and legs trembling with nervous anticipation.

"Spread your legs," he said.

I widened my stance and heard him drop down behind me.

"Let's get a look at that ass," he said, spreading my cheeks and letting out a whistle.

"Oh yeah," he exclaimed. "Such a beautiful virgin hole. It's calling out to be fucked."

I was panting heavily, my dick was harder than ever. I was completely naked, vulnerable, and bent over, in my grandmother's living room, about to have my anal virginity taken.

Less than fifteen minutes ago I had been reading True Crime on Reddit and expecting a quiet evening. Things had changed very quickly.

"I'm going to open you up nice and slow," he said, his voice firm and commanding.

"OK," I responded, nodding, bracing myself for his finger.

But a finger wasn't what I felt. I gasped as I suddenly felt the man's warm and wet tongue on my asshole.

"Holy shit!" I cried out, as he began eating my ass, his tongue lapping and licking my entrance, causing sensations more pleasurable than I had ever imagined.

"You like that, boy?" he asked, taking a break from rimming me.

"Yeah, it feels amazing," I panted, "keep going, please."

He chuckled, then returned his face to my hole, licking and sucking me.

I was writhing with pleasure, moaning, gasping, and crying out as his expert tongue opened me up. My dick was leaking precum, dripping all over the cushion of the couch.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away and inserted his index finger inside me.

"Oooooooh!!" I moaned, enjoying the feeling of his thick digit working its way deeper and deeper.

He moved the finger in and out, in and out, in and out, and then added a second finger.

"Mmmm," I murmured, as he opened me up further, stretching and expanding my hole.

"I can't wait to pound your tight little virgin asshole," he said, a huskiness in his voice.

"Please!" I moaned. "Please fuck me! I need your cock inside me! Now!"

"Good," he said. "Then let's get that virgin hole ready."

And then I felt his fingers leave me and his presence move away from behind me.

I waited a moment and turned around to see him standing beside the couch, his enormous cock pointed straight at me, glistening with a mixture of my saliva and his precum.

"You look amazing, bent over the couch, ready for me," he said. "But there's no way in hell we're going to do it on a couch. Go upstairs and find us a bedroom."

"OK," I said, getting off the couch and hurrying out of the living room and toward the staircase, eager to follow his orders.

I bounded up the stairs and headed straight for my grandmother's bedroom, with its queen-size bed, wooden nightstands, and dresser. I hurriedly cleared the bed of decorative pillows, pulled back the comforter, and stripped the sheet off.

I heard the man's heavy footsteps on the stairs, and he came into the room, carrying the bottle of olive oil he must have spotted in the kitchen.

"Looks perfect," he said. "On the bed, on your hands and knees."

I obeyed, scrambling onto the bed and positioning myself on my hands and knees.

"Let's get you ready," he said, kneeling behind me and placing his hand on my left cheek, rubbing the oil on me, massaging and opening me up.

"Ahhhh!" I groaned, the mixture of his touch and the lubrication heightening the anticipation of his cock entering me.

I looked back to see him stroking his dick with the remaining oil, coating it thoroughly.

"Fuck," he said, his voice deep and low, "this is the hottest thing I've ever done."

"Me too," I said, a smile creeping across my face.

"Let's take that v-card," he growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, his slick, meaty dick pressed against my entrance.

"I'm ready," I said, the nerves in my stomach mixing with the throbbing of my erection.

"Here we go," he said, his tone serious and determined.

He slowly pushed his cock inside me, and I gasped as I felt my asshole stretch.

"Oooooh!" he groaned, pushing himself a bit further, his thick member filling and stretching my insides.

"More," I breathed, feeling the pressure and pleasure.

"Here you go, boy," he growled, and he buried his cock fully inside me.

"FUCK!!!," I screamed, feeling a rush of ecstasy as his big dick filled and stretched me, and his groin pressed up against me, his pubic hair rubbing against my bare skin.

"How's that feel?" he asked.

"Oh God, so good," I answered.

"It's about to feel even better," he said, a teasing note in his voice.

And without warning, he began to thrust.

"YES!" I screamed, his cock moving in and out, in and out, the sensation of fullness and the friction and pleasure combining to overwhelm my senses. "OH GOD, YES!"

"Did you ever think you'd lose your virginity on Grandma's bed?" he asked playfully, his rhythm building up speed.

"Never!" I moaned. I closed my eyes for a while, savoring every delightful push and pull in and out of me.

"This is a perfect ass," he grunted, slamming himself harder and harder into me.

"So good," I whimpered, the sensations intensifying as his dick hit the spot that made me tremble and tingle all over.

"I'm gonna make you cum," he promised, as his dick kept pounding and pounding, his hips slapping against my oiled-up cheeks, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips.

"Keep fucking me," I begged, and the pleasure was almost unbearable.

"Cum for me, boy," he ordered.

"Oh God, I'm so close!" I shouted.

"I'm gonna keep fucking you," he said, his thrusting never slowing, his voice never wavering.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!! Oh my God, I’m gonna cum!!" I cried.

"Cum for me," he commanded.

"FUCK!!!" I screamed, and an intense wave of pleasure rolled through my entire body. My cock twitched and exploded, spraying my grandmother's bed with a massive load of cum.

"Good boy," the stranger praised, as my orgasm continued, a powerful climax that left me breathless and shaking.

"Keep going," I begged, wanting his cock inside me as long as possible.

"Oh, I'm going to keep giving it to you," he promised.

His thrusting continued, and I realized I was getting hard again, the aftershocks of my orgasm sending new sensations coursing through my body.

"Fuck, oh fuck!!" he cried, and he slammed his cock in and out, in and out, his rhythm faltering, his breathing growing heavier.

"Are you going to cum inside me?" I asked, desperate to feel his load fill my hole.

"I'm cumming!!" he groaned, his thrusting turning into a series of quick spasms, and then, he buried his dick deep inside me, and I felt his warmth flood me, his body shaking, his hands squeezing my hips.

"Oh fuck, yeah!!" he moaned, and a second orgasm surged through me, and I came again, spurting my load onto the bed.

He remained inside me, his cock twitching, and I felt a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment unlike anything I had ever experienced.

"Fuck, that was good," he said, finally pulling out of me.

"It was incredible," I said, my voice weak and shaky.

"Thank you," I told him. "This was an amazing experience. It was even better than what I had dreamed it would be like."

"It was my pleasure," he replied, a smug look on his face.

"Would you... uh... like to stay the night?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound desperate.

"Sure," he answered, a smile spreading across his face. "But don't expect to get much sleep."

"I wouldn't dream of it," I said, smiling back.

"By the way," he asked, "what's your name?"

"Rodrigo," I told him. "Rodrigo Villagomez."

"Nice to meet you, Rodrigo," he said, his voice a mix of humor and desire. "I'm Ezra Greenfield."

"I'm pleased to meet you, too, Ezra," I replied.

He laughed and shook his head.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Nothing," he said. "You're just so damned polite."

"I've always been told I have excellent manners," I said.

"I'll say," he answered. "You definitely know how to welcome a visitor."

And, with a wink, he wrapped his strong hand around my waist and pulled me toward him.

"Now," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine, his eyes staring into mine, "why don't we see what else you can do to welcome me."

With that, his mouth crashed into mine and our lips met, and I had my first kiss. I smiled into the kiss, suddenly realizing the humor that this first kiss was coming after those other firsts I'd just experienced.

Ezra and I made great use of the different rooms of my grandmother's empty house that night.

Later that night, Ezra had laid me down on the hardwood floor of the front entryway, lifted my legs and pounded me mercilessly until we both came.

We had a late-night snack of cheese and crackers, followed by me being taken on the dining room table.

After a shower, Ezra fucked me from behind while I was bent over the downstairs bathroom sink.

Around 4am, we went outside and Ezra fucked me hard up against the garage door. I didn't even attempt to stifle my moans and cries of pleasure outside in the middle of the night.

Finally, at 5:15am, the two of us fell into a sweaty, spent, and exhausted sleep in my grandmother's bed, the cum-stained sheets still crumpled on the floor.

A couple hours later, I woke up, sore but happy, the smell of sex in the air.

I gently extricated myself from under Ezra's heavy arm and quietly got dressed and went downstairs. I tidied the house a little bit, throwing the bed sheets into the washer, setting the coffee maker, and doing some basic food preparation for breakfast.

At 7:30am, when the coffee was done, I heard Ezra's heavy footsteps on the stairs, and soon, his muscular arms were wrapped around me, and he was kissing the back of my neck.

"Good morning, sexy," he said.

"Good morning, Ezra," I replied.

"How's your ass feeling today?" he asked, his voice amused.

"Pretty damn sore," I answered with a chuckle.

"Hopefully not too sore for another round," he said, his hand running along the crotch of my pants, cupping and squeezing.

"I think I could handle a little more," I replied.

"I hear the washing machine running," he said suggestively, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Yeah," I said, my cheeks turning red.

"Let's strip off these clothes and make a memory on top of the washing machine," he said, unzipping my jeans.

I was completely naked a few seconds later.

"Get the olive oil," Ezra told me urgently.

I smiled, realizing I definitely would be reliving these moments in my head every time my grandmother cooked with olive oil.

I returned to the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of olive oil and handed it to Ezra.

"Follow me," he said.

As soon as we stepped foot in the laundry room, Ezra began removing his clothes, tossing them aside, the washing machine in the corner of the room, loudly in the middle of the spin cycle.

"Get on top," he ordered, his erect cock already glistening with the oil.

I climbed up and sat facing him, and he moved his body closer.

"I'm going to fuck you while the washing machine runs," he said, his tone playful.

"Sounds like fun," I replied.

"Here you go," he said, his strong hands grabbing my hips and lifting me slightly.
I held his broad shoulders as he positioned himself and thrust upward, entering me easily.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped, enjoying the familiar feel of his cock filling me.

"There you go, boy," he grunted, his hands sliding down to cup and squeeze my buttocks, holding me tightly.

"Yes, Ezra, fuck me!" I urged, my cock leaking precum.

He began to thrust, slowly and deliberately.

"Oh, yes!" I cried, loving the feeling of his dick filling and stretching me.

"I'm going to pound your tight ass," he promised, increasing his tempo, slamming himself deeper and harder.

"Oh, it feels amazing!" I cried.

He began fucking me furiously, and the washing machine rocked and clattered beneath me as it neared the end of the cycle.

"Yes, yes, yes!!" I screamed, the intensity and volume of the washer's movement building, and Ezra's thrusting intensifying, his hips slapping against me, the friction and fullness inside me building and building and building.

"Fuck, Rodrigo, I'm gonna cum!!" he yelled.

"Give it to me!!" I begged. "Fill me!!"

"I'm gonna fuck you until I cum," he promised, and the washing machine reached its crescendo, the drum rotating and spinning at maximum capacity.

"Oh fuck!!," I shouted, "I'm cumming!!"

"I'm going to give you every drop!!" Ezra roared, and he buried his cock deep inside me, and his load shot into me, and the combination of the pleasure and the forceful spin cycle and the knowledge that I had been a virgin less than twelve hours ago and had now been fucked in nearly every room of my grandmother's house set off a second, mind-blowing orgasm.

My dick erupted, spraying the glass door of the washing machine and the metal front of the dryer with a sizable and thick load.

The washer was still going, the spin cycle starting to slow.

Ezra looked into my eyes, his breathing slowing, and the two of us shared a laugh.

"That was awesome," he said, his eyes gleaming.

"Totally," I agreed.

We quickly disengaged, and, a moment later, the washing machine stopped.

"Now," Ezra said, his hand gripping his now soft penis, "I need a shower before heading back."

"Me too," I admitted, my own dick sticky and coated with a mixture of the two of us.

"Shall we?" he asked, extending his hand to me.

I nodded, and took his hand, and the two of us, completely naked, walked out of the laundry room and down the hallway and up the stairs to the shower.

A half hour later, the two of us were clean and dressed.

"I guess this is goodbye," Ezra said, after he had finished the cup of coffee I had made him.

"Thanks for the most memorable night of my life," I told him, blushing.

"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine," Ezra said, and kissed me, hard and passionately.

"I'm so grateful you came to the wrong address," I said with a sly smile. “That poor guy at 4827 N. Westchester Lane missed out on the most spectacular virginity loss anyone ever had."

Ezra laughed. "Yeah, for all I know that guy's still waiting ass up for me to come take him. But I got exactly what I wanted last night. That was the most fortuitous mistake I've ever made."

I was at a loss for words and could only smile at him with moist eyes.

"Hey," he said, reaching into his wallet, "if you're ever in the market for a new dentist I'd be willing to offer you a significant discount." He handed me a business card. I looked at it and read:

Ezra J. Greenfield, DDS, Top Jewish Dentist in Halligan County

I chuckled as I reread the words.

He was definitely a top all right.

And he was definitely skilled at drilling.

"You know, I've never much cared for dentists," I told him with a suggestive smile, "but I'd let you drill me anytime."

He laughed and then regarded me for a long, silent moment.

"Take care, Rodrigo," he eventually told me, before turning and heading out the front door.

"Goodbye, Ezra," I called after him, feeling a wistful pang inside me that was hard to describe.

And then he was gone.

I sat down on the living room couch, feeling the soreness in my butt.

"Holy shit," I said aloud, realizing how much my life had changed in the past ten hours.

I saw the shredded remains of my underwear that Ezra had destroyed upon arriving at the house the night before. I picked them up and found myself hugging them against my chest and I sat and reflected upon my life-changing night.

Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

I looked through the peephole, and my jaw dropped.

Ezra was standing there, smiling.

"Did you forget something?" I asked him, opening the door with a confused expression.

"No," he replied, holding up his phone. "I was on the app looking for someone to spend the rest of the day with and I actually got to the right address this time."

"I'm still not on the app," I said slowly, my heart pounding in my chest.

"No, you're not," Ezra replied, fire in his eyes. "But you're definitely the person I'm looking for."

I pulled him into a passionate kiss, and we shut the door, locking the rest of the world out.

And then, together, we proceeded to make even more memories.