Wren
“I saw you talking with Ray yesterday,” I say. “What about?”
Ezra sighs, fingers stroking my bare back. We’ve been cuddled up since last night, just relinquishing in each other’s skin.
His heart thuds steady in my ears while I brush his naked chest.
“He asked when you started giving a s**t about me,” he huffs a laugh.
Quickly, I recall Ray asking the same thing to me. I breathe out, eyes fluttering close.
“What did you say?”
He manages a shrug. “That I’m equally confused.”
I don’t reply, my mind spinning a mile a minute.
“Do you think we should tell him?”
The question comes out quiet, almost inaudible. Ezra tenses, hands tightening around my waist.
“What exactly will we tell him? That we’ve been sleeping together?”
My stomach sinks. “I…I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Birdie.”
