Wren
“No other man will touch you,” Ezra growls against my lips.
I giggle, giving him a peck. “No one else.”
“I’ll break their fingers.”
Peck.
“I know.”
“I’ll beat them up.”
Peck.
“I’m sure you will.”
He sighs. “Your brother is driving me up the f*****g wall. He sent me some pictures of men to veto.”
“You’re kidding.” I laugh.
“I wish I was, babe.” Ezra groans. “Since the night of the party, all he’s talked about is getting you a boyfriend.”
“Can I see some pictures?” I raise my brows, smiling sheepishly.
His eyes narrow. “Why?”
I shrug. “Curiousity.”
With a huff, he shows me his gallery. I fold my lips together, swiping through the different men. Some dark haired, some blonde, and some even auburn.
They all look different in every way.
When I stop at one of the blonde, I
