Wren
“What?!” I shriek.
My breath ceases in my lungs, stomach hollowing out.
Ezra slumps down on his bed, hand in his hair.
“Yea,” he croaks, lifting red-rimmed eyes to me. “We’re on a search for a boyfriend worthy of you.”
The words come out bitter, dry.
He told me about Ray’s dumb idea to get me a boyfriend. And I’m speechless, at a total loss for words.
“W-what did you say?”
“What would you have me say, Wren? Ray will never approve of this, he’s not going to accept it.”
“B-but we can try.” I stand between his legs. “We have to try, baby.”
His jaw tightens. “He’s gonna hate me.”
“He’ll understand.”
Tugging his hair, he sighs. “f**k! This…we should not have let it get this far, Wren.”
The breath leaves me in a whoosh. I stiffen, mind racing a million miles.
“W-what are you
