Ezra
The car ride has been…tense? And it’s all because of me. After the loaded question at the house, I had dismissed it.
Shit, I know she has questions, but what am I supposed to say?
It just slipped.
It felt like the right comparison to make, and I’m just realizing how dumb that is.
“Wren,” I try, squeezing her thighs.
She gives me a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Hey.”
Fuck, she’s sad.
She looks like I kicked her puppy, the light in her eyes are gone and I want to punch myself.
“Is…” I sigh. “Is a relationship something you’re open to?”
She shrugs. “Why are you asking, Ezra? To dismiss me again?”
“God, no. Listen—”
“I’m fine, Ezra. I promise.” A tight-lipped smile grazes her lips, and she pats my hand on her thigh.
I breathe, jaw tight. “We will talk about this, Wren
