Wren
Ezra smiles down at me, my arms wrapped around his waist.
“Do you know what I love most about this trip?” He murmurs.
I shake my head. “What?”
Ezra pulls me closer to him with a sigh. “It’s the fact that I can hold you and touch you among a sea of people and no one would give a shit.”
The bustle and hustle of the park doesn’t even distract me from the way his lips curl over each word.
He’s right.
We’re standing smack dab in the middle of this amusement park Judi found.
It’s our last day in Minnesota, and by tomorrow morning, we’re flying back out to New Orleans while Judi and Andre will return to Seattle.
“I love it too,” I say softly.
We just stand there, swaying to soundless music. Or maybe it’s just the sound of our hearts beating together, as one.
The world fades be
