Wren
It’s been two days since that incident and I’m yet to have Ezra to myself. Everyone has been staying at the house, fussing over him.
While I sit here, waiting my turn.
“This house is stunning though,” Brittany murmurs to me, sliding her hand across the kitchen island.
I don’t reply, instead I take a spoon of the food Lizzy and Torch cooked.
Not everyone sleeps over, just Ray, Quincy, Torch and Lizzy. So even at night, I can’t even be with him.
And as the hours tick, it pisses me of some more.
I glance at Ezra in the dining, surrounded by the men. He looks better, not good…but better.
His face is full of bandaids, knuckles wrapped up and thankfully, he can walk. Although, he’s been limping but it’s not so bad.
As if he can feel my gaze, he looks up at me. My heart does that ga
