Wren
My eyes light up as I spot a small gift box on my bed. Tentatively, I walk the rest of the way into the room and pick it up.
Ribbons fly everywhere, and I gasp at the content of the box. A dainty silver necklace sits in the velvet cushion, with a pair of matching earrings.
Tears spring to my eyes, bottom lip jutting out in a pout as I hold the box up to the light.
“Ezra!” I call, marching out of my room and knocking on his door. “Open up.”
His footsteps pad softly from behind the door, and he opens it. Dressed in a slack tank top, and sweat shorts, he leans on the frame but still manages to tower over me.
”Hey,” he murmurs with a lazy smile, gaze dragging down my body in the familiar heated way.
I zone in on his dark n*****s that peek out from the tank. “Your n*****s are showin
