A few hours earlier
"Ezra, put me down!" Love demanded when he lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder as if she were weightless.
Ezra ignored her protests and continued walking forwards, "Not a chance, my Love. You were sick again at lunch, you need to see someone and I'm not taking no for an answer."
"You know I can get free any time, right? I'm stronger than you." She grumbled, leaning her head on her hand as she dangled there.
He chuckled in amusement at the childlike tonality to her voice, "Yes, but you aren't, because you know I'm right, now - " He slapped her behind lightly and Love gave a startled yelp, "Stop being difficult."
"Prick." She muttered.
Ezra rolled his eyes, "Sure, sure. You love me though." He teased, a playful grin adorning his handsome features.
Love sighed heavily, "I do....unfortunately." She pouted.
