Wren
“Hey, Birdie.” A low murmur sounds in my sleep, followed by soft, wet pecks on my lips and cheeks. “Darling, get up.”
I stretch, eyes fluttering open to see Ezra smiling down at me.
I offer a sleepy smile in return, yawning. “Hey, baby.”
His eyes light up as he presses his lips against mine in a short, sweet kiss.
“Remember that date?” He asks.
“Mhm.”
“You might want to start getting ready.”
I blink slowly. The words filter through my sleep-muddled brain, and then they click.
I shoot up from my bed. “Oh s**t! What time was it supposed to be?”
My limbs knock something down, and it lands with a soft thud.
When I move towards it, Ezra slips a knee on the bed and wraps a hand around my throat.
His lips come down on me, hard. I moan in his mouth, responding with the same urgen
